NOPE.

A shelter from pigs on the wing.

[smallpwbbles]

Happy pride month my peeps!! (Why the fuck are we half way thru the year already?)

[iamasalmon]

the thing about fiber art that nobody tells you about is that every single kind of fiber art is a gateway drug to other kinds of fiber art.

[leighlew3]

ALL. OF. THIS.

[pronouncingitwang]

at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you

[yokowan]

at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.

[le-jardin-inculte]

at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly

[shithowdy]

at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.

[whitachi]

at some point in your life you will be adding a small pasta to a soup and you will think "that is not enough small pasta." this is the devil talking. the pasta will absorb the stock and expand. this is how you end up with a soup that is a solid mass of soggy ditalini.

[shamebats]

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

[cherryhatter-deactivated2015072]

KICK THE CAN!

Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.

To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.

[visibun]

the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now

[lenoravale]

I have decided to quit my job.

I’ve been through hell ever since I re-entered the workforce. I feel like I’ve been exploited by my employer and worked under extremely stressful conditions since 2015. I have tried changing positions on a couple of different occasions….the first time to escape physical danger, the second time to escape being on call 24/7/365. The third time I changed positions, it was with the promise of “work-life balance” and working from home. Unfortunately, my most recent position causes me to be repeatedly exposed to secondary trauma, which has triggered my PTSD and anxiety to the point that I have been physically ill since the last week of February.

I’ve been taking sick days for the past 2 or 3 weeks while I had some medical testing done to see if I had a physical cause for my illness…and have just received the good news that there is no physical reason behind the constant nausea, stomach pain, digestive issues, and weight loss. Unfortunately, this indicates it’s my anxiety causing it.

So, I have to make a decision. Do I return to work and try to push through? Or do I choose my mental health and take a risk?

I don’t have a partner that can financially support me. I have a small financial cushion and I can withdraw my retirement if I leave and live on that for a few months. It’ll suck…but I’m not sure it would suck as much as feeling like I’m going to throw up every time I look at my work laptop or get up with the intention of going to work.

I’ve never left a job without having another one waiting….but I feel like if I don’t make a change, I’m going to end up stroking out or having a heart attack.

I just can’t go back. I fucking can’t. I feel it in my bones and in the way my stomach is twisting at the thought.

Sorry, not sorry. I choose me.

[the-semicolonoscopy]

It’s Pride Month Eve, so leave out some milk for Freddie Mercury and his cats.

[lobstabear]

To my 25 - 35 year olds, you've reached the age where people around you are starting to give up on themselves because they think it's too late. Don't let that energy rub off on you. It's not too late.

[knittingontheroad]

I became a tattoo artist at 49.

Married the love of my life at 50.

Got my Class A CDL at 59.

You've got time.

As long as you're breathing, you've got time.

[stitchthisfiona]

Today in niche genres of joke that I can never get enough of and will probably still be secretly thinking about four years later

[cleolinda]

[cleolinda]

[lotus0kid]

[lotus0kid]

[pomme-poire-peche]

[lotus0kid]

[sashaforthewin]

[kaddyssammlung]

[lenoravale]

I looked all over the place for this little shit and when I finally gave up and sat down, he wriggled out from under a blanket and blinked at me like, “What was all that yelling my name about?”

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[kaddyssammlung]

[lenoravale]

He’s not afraid.

I tell him it’s not safe to go to the doctors here anymore.

He says he won’t get sick.

I worry about his new friends, and if they’ll react violently if they find out.

He says he can protect himself.

I worry about him ever getting in trouble with the law and what they would say if they pat him down and discover his body does not match his identification.

He says he won’t ever be arrested.

I worry that we still have another year that we have to live in this hateful state.

He says a year isn’t that long.

I worry about him every time he enters a restroom…because an embarrassed or confused man is a dangerous man.

He says he uses the stall and is very careful.

I worry and I worry and I worry. Not because there is something wrong with him…but because there is something wrong with so many other people who would want to hurt him for no reason other than who he is.

He’s not afraid.

But I am.

[cutecipher]

there's art inside me trying to get out

[gayhoediaz]

do you guys wanna see my favorite video on the internet yes you do

[teaboot]

HES SO HAPPY HE JUST LOVES FANS SO MUCH

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Putting teaboot's tags here too because this joy for life needs to be shared I think