you know he would have been one of Those kids
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My best friend and I memorized the rune alphabet from this thing and used it to write coded notes to each other well into high school.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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you know he would have been one of Those kids
inspired by this pic:
My best friend and I memorized the rune alphabet from this thing and used it to write coded notes to each other well into high school.
Write a horror story in the format of an Internet search history
how to fight skeleton (urgent) - 12:08 am
skeleton chasing me - 12:06 am
where to hide fromskeleton - 12:02 am
scary skeleton in my house - 11:54 pm
are skeletons fast - 11:51 pm
how fast is a skeleton - 11:50 pm
are skeletons deadly - 11:46 pm
skeleton in house - 11:42 pm
bones rattling in house at night - 11:40 pm
weird clicking noise in house at night - 11:37 pm
gay porn - 11:02 pm
For people with anxiety about filing taxes, hereās what things that happen when you make a mistake on your tax return:
- it gets corrected
- you get a letter in the mail either asking for some additional information or a letter showing the adjustment
- you pay the amount (thereās options for payment plans too!) or get a refund
Things that do not happen
- youāre āin troubleā
- you are charged with fraud
- you go to jail
I know that most people are probably just joking/exaggerating when they say a mistake on their return means they get thrown in jail but when I worked with the public I always would encounter people who believed that would happen and they would be panicking about it. So I like to put this out there every year because if I can even prevent one person from feeling that way, itās worth it
Annual reblog of this important information.Ā Ā
The thingy above where you sign your tax form says that youāve filled it out to the best of your ability.Ā Ā āSir, I am a dumbassā is 100% a valid defense
Please also remember "that the IRS doesn't:
-Call to demand immediate payment using a specific payment method such as a prepaid debit card, gift card or wire transfer. Generally, the IRS will first mail you a bill if you owe any taxes.
-Threaten to bring in local police or other law-enforcement groups to have you arrested for not paying.
-Demand payment without giving you the opportunity to question or appeal the amount they say you owe.
-Ask for credit or debit card numbers over the phone."
https://www.irs.gov/newsroom/tax-scamsconsumer-alerts
This has been an addendum from your local 8th grade cybersecurity teacher.
do yuo have⦠fibsh
New Ghibli movie looks great
what common theme do your "stress dreams"* share?
something to do with school
hospitals
living situation (finding a new place to live or dealing with a previous one)
financial struggle
being lost
vehicles (driving/crashing)
social shortcomings
in trouble with the law (running from police, etc)
relationship or friendship issues
ALL of the above (or a majority)
NONE of the above (answer in tags)
*"stress dream" = dreams you get when under large amounts of stress or anxiety irl, that may or may not relate to your current situation irl.
Dreaming that I have pets I don't have in real life, and since I don't realize I'm dreaming yet I think I must have just forgotten about them, so logic dictates they would be hideously neglected, so the dream runs with that realization and decides I've got starving rotting suffering animals tucked away in tiny cages in the fucking kitchen cupboards or the trunk of the car or just wherever.
holy shit same
Extremely specifically that, yes. Just the accidental animal neglect. I dream of all the rest of that stuff too but they're not stressful at all.
Accidental animal neglect and accidental child neglect. Like I suddenly remember that I'm supposed to be babysitting, except I'm in another town and the baby's been left alone for hours, and I'm desperately trying to get back but keep getting delayed.
Other recurring stress dreams include: I need to be alone but everywhere I go there are people and they all want to talk to me, I'm trying to murder someone with my bare hands but they're just laughing and ridiculing me and I don't want to be doing this but I can't stop and it goes on for hours, and Claustrophobiaā¢.
Pretty specifically that I'm trying to escape something but know it will be futile.
I know I'm stressed out when there are ghosts in my dreams.
I've definitely had "oh fuck where are my kids" flavor. "X person I havent seen in years has shown up to say rude things and I punch them a lot a cry and theyre going to tell my mom", classic. In recent years "this is a situation where I should call 911 but my phone doesnt numbers anymore".
But my standard is actually just "WTF WHERE DID MY SHIRT GO WHY AM I TOPLESS IN JC PENNEY SHIT JUST BE CASUAL MAYBE NO ONE WILL SEE YOUR TITS"
Is it just me or are the new tumblr users convinced there's a penalty of some kind for using this site like it's meant to be used?
reblogs have always been in short supply for artists, sadly, but it's hitting the shitposts and even the cat pictures lately. Gotta keep getting the word out that reblogs are good and keep people posting new material that will be passed around for the next 12 years
Theyāre used to other social media sites, where the only equivalent of reblogging is straight-up content theft; so the idea that you can put someone elseās stuff on your page and have it not be a bad thing is a strange experience for them.
Theyāre likely also used to an algorithm recommending content based on what they hit ālikeā on, so they probably think that thatās how this works, too.
the other day a doctor told me that "the best way to make [something i should do but never want to do] routine is to put it on your calendar!" and i found myself completely buh-- hhuh?-- about how to respond. i was stupefied by the gulf between our worlds. i looked into her kind eyes and i thought "put it on my what?" shoot it into space? i did not know how to explain to this extremely functional woman that an obligation to myself, with no stronger enforcer than my own words on a calendar, is to me a tattered codex from a lost religion. like this text is maybe historically interesting but not useful as a structure around which to build a life. what am i now going to write that will (or indeed should!) have any authority over me later? WALK? i don't know her life! and in what world would i respect directives left to me by a complete stranger (me from two days ago) whomst i have every reason to distrust (ate all the entemann's and put our keys in the laundry)? put it on my calendar. ok, dr goodbrain. but in the moment i nodded like a grinning toy monkey and dutifully thumbed WALK! into my phone at 4 p.m. Repeat: Every Day like that would have any effect on my actual behavior. sometimes it takes an enormous amount of optimism to be a person and frankly i admire us all for trying to do it
You know I had a comedy fun time tossing off this little self-despairing anecdote into the internet, and it made me feel better about this doctor's visit that I didn't enjoy, but it also did something I didn't mean it to do: it sneakily posited a dichotomy, Me Badbrain vs Dr. Goodbrain, Us Who Can't Be Helped By Calendars vs Them Who Can, the People Neurodivergents vs the Bourgeoisie Neurotypicals and never the twain shall meet. Which is a funny idea, and it sometimes feels true, but I don't think it is! I don't think there are any human experiences that are limited to Everyone Except Me. (Or you.)
So now I'm not having a comedy fun time anymore, because I wish I hadn't told a loud story about refusing help out of hand! Times might have come in my life when a calendar was really helpful, and they might come again. Those of us who feel constantly, second-by-second aware of how difficult it is to be alive can consensually steal fire (coping mechanisms) from those who feel that awareness less frequently! And vice versa: when someone who has never felt The Crushing Dark finds themselves here -- and everyone does eventually -- they know I know the territory. I have tools I can pass back to them. I have scavenged some good shit down here.
Why am I writing all this! I guess because I want to emphasize the difference between an internet persona and a consolidated, full-time life. I come on the internet in part because I want the relief of being a character instead of a person. The out-of-control, incomprehensible Bad Brain Bitch is a fun character. It is a #relatable experience--everyone is in it at one time or another--and kind of exciting! One becomes the fucking Experiencer of the Interior Wild Hunt, right? The carrier of the secret of the love of death.
And everything in this story is true -- I do (or did lmao, I don't write shit anymore!) write about my real life and my real feelings. But when I tell stories this way I think I now want to be more explicit about how this storytelling mode serves a purpose for me, the human being doing the telling. Me behind the screen.
When I write a caricature of myself who grovels and defers to the unachievable Correct View of the Competent Other but simply Cannot Do It*, now, instead of feeling angry or inferior or ashamed about this incident, I feel distantly amused. This is now a story, and I controlled it, and so in a way I came out on top and I don't have to remember the way the friendly, reasonable suggestion "try using a calendar!" sent me into a life-threatening internal tailspin for a full evening, because if I had to sit with how I really feel about that, uh, yikes!!!!
But I want to be able to sit with that feeling, or at least I want to try. I don't actually want to be a funny story about how it feels to feel bad. (the answer is: Bad.) I like myself and I want to be a person and I want you to be a person too. (Not that you needed my permission! What?? Anyway.) Did you know that putting something in your calendar is a good way to make it a habit? Or maybe it isn't! Either way, you're doing your best. How's the sky looking outside?
*It's NOT a mom issue THANKS FOR ASKING!! maybe YOU had a very practical, competent mom and now YOU have the mom issue!!! Probably that's you, not me!!!!
So I had two different therapists recommend things to me where my initial reaction was "yeah that sounds great leanne, but it i dont see how it'll work for ME".
Mitch McConnell next, like to charge reblog to cast
this is the funniest piece of graffiti iāve ever seen. thank you mr two pens
Reminds me of what my son wrote on our wall when he got hold of a sharpie a couple years ago:
It's nice to know he can keep things simple sometimes and just make a chocolate bar.
These little alerts started out awful snarky but i think im breaking their spirit
so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch
reblog if i can wander into your apartment (blog) and make myself lunch (like and reblog as if it's my dash)
Hello, to whom it may concern, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, friends, romans, and nonbinary pals,
I would like to request more Chex Mix Bar Advertisements (below)
And fewer Animated Diseased Ear advertisements (not pictured for my safety and comfort)
On my tumblr specifically
Please, thank you, insert outdated ted talk joke
This is glorious.
I will always reblog this
MY FUCKING FACE WHEN I REALIZED WHAT SONG THEYāRE PLAYING.
THIS IS THE BEST OH MY GOD
I was like idk I donāt know it then I was like WAIT WHAT
this was a strange experience
[Images description: a Twitter thread by Alisa Lynn ValdƩs, M.S., @ AlisaValdesRod1. It goes as follows:
āThis quote, from the @ nytimes review of the Oppenheimer film: (quote) āHe served as director of a clandestine weapons lab built in a near-desolate stretch of Los Alamos, in New Mexicoā (end quote)... It was inhabited by Hispanos. They were given less than 24 hr to leave. Their farms bulldozed. 1.
Many of those families had been on the same land for centuries. The Oppenheimerās crew literally shot all of their livestock through the head and bulldozed them. People fled on foot with nowhere to go. Land rich, money poor. Their land seized by the government. 2.
All of the Hispano NM men who were displaced by the labs later were hired to work with beryllium by Oppenheimer. The white men got protective gear. The Hispano men did not. 3.
The Hispano men all died of berylliosis. These were US citizens, folks. Their land taken, animals killed, farms bulldozed, forced to work for the people who took everything from them, and killed by those people. 4.
For 20 years I have been trying to sell a film based on the story of Loyda Martinez, a remarkable whistleblower whose family's land was seized for the labs. Her dad was one of the men who died from beryllium exposure at the labs. She later went to work there too. 5.
She is a computer whiz who rose to the top of her department at Los Alamos. Then she started digging for info on the Hispano men the labs killed, like her father. She filed a class action lawsuit, and won. 6.
The first Hispano governor of NM, Bill Richardson, appointed Loyda to run the state's human rights commission. She then filed a second class-action against Los Alamos, on behalf of women scientists not paid fairly. 7.
But, no. We want more films about the "complex and troubled" "heroic" white men, who conducted their GENIUS in a "virtually unpopulated" place. These are ALL lies. This is mythology in service to white supremacy and the military industrial complex, masquerading as "nuanced." 8.
Because of what the labs did to the local Hispano people in northern NM, our communities now have the highest rates of heroin overdose deaths in the nation. The generational trauma and forced poverty is outrageous. We need the real stories of Oppenheimer to be told. End.ā
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Tumblr ads are evolving in ways i super hate and its like 4 main categories:
1. Look at this nasty ear we drew
2. These cartoon people are "exercising" and now there's zombies
3. We're pretending our merge game is edgy
4. We'll play 3 seconds of an "oddly satisfying" video to get your attention and then we'll switch to stupid tetris/yet another bejeweled clone