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@kingofcliche
[bottles up feelings and lets them age for 10 years like a fine wine]
threw a boomerang like 6 years ago and it never came back so now I live in constant fear
#HUMAN YOU ARE HERE WOULD YOU LIKE A PILLOW
That… actually seems like a really smart idea?
I bet you these dogs used to bark like crazy whenever someone approached the door. Training an animal to stop doing something is way harder than training an animal to start doing something most of the time. So, solution, train the dogs to start doing something like, say, picking up a pillow whenever someone approaches the door, and as a side effect, they don’t bark at the person because (a) they’re distracted searching for the pillow and (b) it’s kind of hard to bark when you’ve got a pillow in your mouth.
that’s seriously brilliant
My parents’ dog has a whole crate of stuffed toys, and he picks one for every visitor. The beagle toy is the default, but he will often dig through the box trying to find the right toy. He often brings me the crocodile which I bought for him, or a large frog. He also has four pigs, and those are for special friends. Only family members are greeted with the biggest toy he has, the Great Pig of Honour.
#i have never loved dogs more than in this moment
I’m a picky person and I picked you. Think about that
i cant wait for elon musk to be the first man to die on Mars when the Curiosity rover, enraged by his presence, smashes his space helmet with a rock
If a robot killed a capitalist on Mars would that be fucked up or what
it’d be fantastic
mary shelley was the daughter of one of the first feminists as we know it, she met & ran away with percy shelley when she was 18, she wrote BOTH the first sci fi AND post apocalyptic novels, she was at the forefront of romanticism AND gothicism, two of the most influential literary and artistic movements in present day, she suffered from depression and only one out of her four children lived, her husband, who had several affairs, died when they were in their twenties, a majority of her friends and romantic poets also all died in their twenties, and yet she still continued writing poetry and novels and creating art throughout the rest of her life and lived til she was nearly 60. mary shelley is incredibly underappreciated she went through so much and has contributed & influenced so much to the english lit. canon as we know it she is one of the most remarkable writers & women of this era & i love her
straight people will listen to somebody to love by queen and be like “i understand this” but my hot take is that they don’t and they never will
its really such an indescribable headspace going on long roadtrips in america (but not taking the scenic highways just using the interstates) like the road looks the same for hours. maybe you start driving into the mountains or you’re going out west and you go from plains to mountains to desert, but for the most part it just looks like trees and two stretches of asphalt for as far as you can see. you pull off at an exit to get something to eat or to get gas and it looks the same as every interstate exit you’ve ever been to. the stores might be different, maybe theres a burger king here where there was a mcdonalds at the last one. maybe its a different gas station chain. there’s a few strip malls but no two have the exact same stores. but it’s all the same. it all feels the same. there is no true sensory indication of where you are. you are both nowhere and anywhere.
what is the january mood?
North American Cryptids
Reblogging this cuz some of my mutuals consider this Tinder and I support them.
Southern California Gothic
• you’re driving to work, you’re stopped at an intersection, there are people selling fruit and flowers on every corner. There’s a sign that forbids this. A police officer buys a basket of oranges for three dollars.
• you’re at the park, you blink, there is now a man with a cart in front of you. You don’t question this. You buy an elote.
• it’s cold, so cold. Your weather app says 67 degrees. That can’t be, it’s so cold. You see tourists in short sleeves, you exclaim to your friend that they must be insane! It’s so cold.
• you leave the doctors office, there is a Starbucks on the corner. It was not there when you went into the doctors office. You buy a latte.
• you’re hanging out with your friends, one mentions that they’re hungry and want in-n-out. You are so hungry. So, so hungry. You get a double double with animal fries and a pink lemonade. The restaurant was not there yesterday.
• they said rain will come this week, it will not. The rain decides when to come. You can’t make its choices for it. That would be rude.
• you’re finished with your shopping. You pack your things into the car and start to drive. You drive to stater bros. You’re not done shopping yet.
• you are driving, the radio won’t work. The only stations you can hear, faintly, are Spanish talk radio and Christian music. Sometimes in the static you hear the faint sound of the beach boys.
• you go to the beach. You don’t know the way. All roads lead to the beach.
• it was foggy today. Nobody dared leave their homes.
• you’ve been driving for two days. You are still in California.
• you’re falling asleep, something feels off. The train blares it’s horn an unknown distance away. You’re able to sleep.
• you hear the fireworks at Disneyland. You don’t live anywhere hear Anaheim. You simply turn up the volume.
• you’re at knotts berry farm, three yards away there is a cowboy holding a boysenberry cotton candy, you hear screams from the direction of silver bullet. You’ve been sitting outside the saloon for days.
Ok, but yeah. I want to work more than 15 hours a week. I genuinely love the challenge with what I do. 15 seems, oddly tiny? Where did this number come from?
This is a good response to that question, in case anyone wanted the q&a paired together. 15 would be the social average — some people might work more, some less, but that would be up to them. This is also presupposing a change in the way the economy effectively functions, in the sense that 15 hours would be the social average for necessary labor, and after that point you’d probably see tons of people participating in “unnecessary” labor out of interest. There’s an idea in socialist theory that basically says once you reach a point far enough along after capitalism you’d just start seeing a blurring of the lines between what’s defined as “work” (or as “a job”) and what’s defined as “a collective activity”, especially with regard to the arts, science, etc.
At the very least, a transition towards (eco)socialism will require a vast shortening of the workweek and a reduction in overall advertising/consumption, whether that mean a 15-hour week or a 20-hour week. The main point is that people are overworked, we can meet everyone’s needs feasibly with less hours anyway, and the over-emphasis on extraction and accumulation (which is in part fueled by a tediously long workweek) is having disastrous effects on the planet. We can both accomodate the needs of the planet AND expand the political horizons for the great majority of the population, but it will require the fundamental defeat of capitalism and the establishment of a new ecological workers’ democracy. It’s a big project, but so worth it in the long run.
you know what’s wild is that all these crazy standards we hold ourselves to are things that we don’t even value in another person? like i’ve never been like “wow I love that this friend of mine is too proud to ask for help and never complains about their feelings” or “my favorite quality about this friend is that they get straight A’s and never get overwhelmed and has never told me about a problem” or “i love that this friend has never been wrong about anything or slipped up and said something embarrassing once in their life” and yet here we are, pushing ourselves past our limits for and beating ourselves up over slipups of things that our friends probably wouldn’t even rank in the top 50 reasons they like us
yuuuuup “think of yourself as your own friend” is Ultimate Mental Health Life Hack i mean ymmv and not everything works for everyone but it def helps me
i am gonna make it though this year if it kills me