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what the fuck is happening
the front office at work whenever 3 (three) seconds of rap play on the office pandora, no matter what the lyrics are like: OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD SKIP IT SKIP IT SKIP IT IMMEDIATELY IM SO SORRY
the front office at work throughout the entirety of Animals by Maroon 5 or any of the one million country songs about Having Heterosexual Intercourse With Your Straight Wife:
Remember when you could look things up online. Do you remember how we used to search
one time i went to the doctor and said "i think i have some sort of damage in my neck from hurting it on a trampoline as a teen" and the doctor said "no you don't." and i said, "well, the day after i hurt my neck, my bioparents tried to make me climb a mountain because they didn't believe i was hurt, and just a few minutes up the mountain i sat down on the side of the trail because i was in so much pain i couldn't keep walking, and they just left me there, and eventually i forced myself to climb the rest of the mountain because i was terrified they were going to legitimately abandon me on the side of the mountain forever. and i'm here today because it just recently occurred to me that when most people say 'i have a crick in my neck' they mean 'i slept funny and now i'm a little sore' and not 'i'm functionally bedbound at the moment due to severe neck pain'." and the doctor said "you have permanent nerve damage in your neck."
side benefit of communal all-gender restrooms is that they may be our best chance to shame cis men into washing their hands
every time I tell a child "btw you don't have to be touched by anyone. you can say you don't like that" I feel so happy. I told this to a girl today after another kid tickled her. if I didn't tell her she would've just awkwardly accepted the tickling
obsessed with this message, as someone who used to regularly get held down and tickled by my mom until I was screaming bloody murder and nearly kicking her teeth out in overstimulation. No matter how many times I stated that I didn’t like it. I guess she found / finds it super funny to cross my physical boundaries, because recently when visiting with her (I’m currently 33 years old, mind you) she repeatedly tried to do it again on the bottom of my foot and although I ignored it the first time out of shock and just moved away from her, kept chatting with my husband (hoping her weird ass would take the hint) I eventually snapped my head back over to her and shut that shit down when she kept doing it to get my attention. I asked her if she was okay, and if she could stop that shit because I didn’t like it.
She said all innocent with a grin on her face that she “just wanted to see if I was still ticklish like I was as a baby”. Not like I would have known any better as a literal child back then than to accept the weirdness and abuse as normal, but this is literally what happens when you don’t assert firm boundaries with abusive people early on. They get big mad later when you finally push back and say, actually no you can’t just randomly touch me non consensually to entertain yourself, that shit is weird and I don’t like it, I’ve never liked it. In their minds you “used to” like it and now you’re just giving them a hard time.
My hot take about ghosts is that they're only scary if they're mad at you. White christians are scared of dead people cause they're the ones killing them
"I'm being haunted by vengeful spirits" and why are the spirits vengeful? 🤨 victim blaming much
I'm gratitudemaxxing rn. I love my comfy bed and chocolate chip cookies and my weird gay friends and blorbo from my shows. I love libraries and parks and movie theaters and restaurants and festivals. I love bubble tea and hip hop and honeysuckle. I love everyone who's reading this.
i feel so defensive and protective of people with ARFID like if i had a disorder that made my brain register 90% of food as poison for no reason and i had a bazillion people on the internet constantly calling me a manchild who needs to just grow up and stop being a picky eater i would start killing people
people with ARFID and people with very few autism safe foods and people with contamination OCD and people in ED recovery and everyone else with a complicated relationship with food that no one takes seriously GET BEHIND ME!!!!!!!
you think so much. You could think about a door for a hundred years and it would stay closed.
this is cracking me up
Serifos , 'Thrown Drapery' * - David Ligare , 2016.
American , b. 1945 -
Oil on canvas, 48 x 72 in.
*Aegean Sea , Greek Island
Saw someone on Reddit asking what the requirements are for going to the library. Not to get a card and check stuff out. Just to hang out there. I don't mean to make fun of the poster for not knowing. I blame capitalism and the reduction of third spaces for making the idea of being able to just exist in a free public space seem like a strange concept to people. Anyway. This inspired a meme.
OCD recovery is cosmically unfair because it's the only disorder i know of where the treatment is 'okay! now make yourself feel worse'
depression recovery: go for a walk. eat some nice food. meet with a friend. be kind to yourself.
OCD recovery: okay, so it's very important to accept that we cannot definitively rule out that you are mega-hitler, and you may have caused 9/11
Chestnut Leaf - Lars Crona , 1977
Swedish , 1930-1991
Oil on panel , 40 x 59 cm.
I can’t believe that in order to tell a story I need to withhold certain information from the reader at first. I’m excited about it and I want them to know.