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justhyrulethings

look at this neat doritos i got

lenialenient

forensic files narrator: ... and he left his finger prints on the door knob...

me eating my 5th mozzarella stick: you absolute fucking idiot

mugglesofficial

me: sees a tall white boy me @ myself: youre better than this

silentreadinghour

doctor: i’m sorry to tell you but your condition is chronic

me: you sellin chronic? 👀

doctor: please sir, you are really sick

me: haha thanks dude

ladyantelopes

ok

survivorsupport

When the contestants of Season 4 of Bachelor in Paradise landed in Mexico last week, they were looking forward to three weeks of filming — instead, the cast was put on lockdown just days after arriving.

breastforce

it’s that time of year again

shitispuffinup-deactivated20190

I love this title because it implies that Mountain Dew is not typically edible, but rather it is some kind of poison

per ball sac

the future is now

me as a firefighter: *blasts burnin’ up by the jonas brothers on the aux cord instead of turning on the siren*

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ineptshieldmaid

If my partner is in the next room over and hasn’t spoken to me in 15 minutes, I can easily convince myself that it’s not just because he’s reading but because the last thing I said to him was wrong somehow, and he’s stewing and ready to scream at me any second now about how awful I am. This belief, though, is wrong. He doesn’t get upset about infinitesimal things, and when he is upset, that isn’t how he handles it. He’s not my father.

It absolutely makes sense for me to process information this way — in many situations I’ve been in, that instinct would have been correct, and helped me stay safe. But it isn’t correct anymore, and it would be unhealthy — and unfair — to act as if it were. I’m not wrong for feeling the way I do, but if I forced my partner to treat my feelings as reality — if I called him five times a day while he was at work to have him reassure me he wasn’t mad at me, if I forbade him from ever taking time to himself without reminding me it wasn’t about me, or ever being outwardly upset about things like having a bad day at work because it makes me anxious — that would be a terrible relationship for him to be in. I’m not wrong for feeling how I do, but it’s on me to make a plan for how to cope with it: to remind myself to look at the evidence and ask whether there’s any suggestion that I’m actually about to be harmed, to develop my own coping strategies, to be self-aware of my own history and the way I map it onto my present. I can certainly ask my partner for support in this, or to make some concessions to my history that he agrees are both fair and healthy for him, but I can’t ask him to bend over backwards for me because I’m not willing to do the work at all. We can’t justify harmful things we do to others by pointing to the ways they’re related to how we ourselves were harmed — a reason isn’t a justification.

Rachel at Autostraddle (in an agony aunt column that’s actually about biphobia, but took this excellent turn into Why You Don’t Have To Grovel To People’s Neuroses)