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@libertyarcherdc
D’awwww!
Literally the only place in my neighborhood to get soft serve ice cream is McDonalds. They don’t do chocolate (& therefore twists) anymore, either.
Hard ice cream is just not the same.
I have therefore purchased myself an electric ice cream maker. It is my understanding that I can control the softness of the ice cream pretty easily with this method
Now I just have to figure out how to get that lovely star shaped pipe shape to make a neat little ice cream pyramid with.
Icing bag, maybe? Any suggestions?
I agree 100%. And they should have to have a real job back home like it used to be
That makes no sense. It takes much more effort and skill to be a Senator than to serve fries.
Their salary should be equal to the median NET salary of their tax paying constituents.
Katharine Birbalsingh is a voice of reason standing out in stark contrast with the babbling nonsense in much of academia.
I find her to be such an admirable woman. Her sense of integrity, honor, and civic pride have an inspiringly contagious quality to them.
What a fantastic speaker and what an insightful, astute asset to the children lucky enough to end up in her school.
And just to clarify, they hate YOU when you don’t agree with them.
It is more than that even. You can agree with them on whatever number of things, but if you don’t agree with them on even a single issue, they hate you.
But that’s just because hatred of evil people is righteous. And only evil people would disagree with them on **pick whatever brain dead demand or any of the numerous mentally deranged victimhood statuses they worship as the definition of human value**
Who’s a good little goya?
Who loves her little pickled pig flesh goyslop snack?
Good goyim! Eat your reconstituted swine bits soaked in salt brine so you don’t outlive your usefulness as a tax slave!
(It’s me. I’m the good little goya that loves these things. But if these aren’t goyslop, nothing does. )
POV: your boomer parent finally dies
Dude get your shit together you're being a dick to a 16 year old, have some dignity in you at least. How does that make the world a better place even?
Who said I was trying to make the world a better place?
Also what do you mean “have some dignity”? You, her, and everyone else on this site is doing the same shit: crossing paths with people they agree with or disagree with in various ways and interacting with them. I did not initiate the conversation. Isn’t the point of being on social media to reply to comments directed at you? You people clearly think I have some explaining to do to you as to why I don’t agree with you. And I am confident enough in my beliefs that I don’t hesitate or shy away from being challenged to answer to all manner of self righteous attempts at a struggle session. I am not deeply researching the profiles of literally any of the shrill, repetitive, self important individuals that can’t stand to see someone not give a shit about being your bizarrely specific, niche idea of a good person.
As far as the kid that initiated an exchange with me by parroting the exact same sentiment of deranged, inconsistent, & hypocritical bloodlust that 40+ year old leftists spout verbatim, I immediately disengaged when I realized she was an actual child.
In my defense, everything that 16 year old girl said to me directly is absolutely indistinguishable in any way from the style, tone, substance, and rhetoric of leftist adults.
Every word was just as likely to come from a politically lesbian menopausal women’s studies professor with covert narcissism than from a mentally ill 16 year old girl already deeply indoctrinated into the self destructive & self loathing ideology of natural sex rejection that same professor would have spent all her fertile years infecting academia with.
When I realized I had mistaken an actual child with an underdeveloped frontal lobe for just a run of the mill progressive adult merely sounding like their frontal lobe never finished growing, I apologized to her & disengaged. 
But, again, I cannot stress enough how indistinguishable her beliefs, statements, replies, & insults are from the rest of yours.
I saw “Obsession” in the theater by myself yesterday.
I should really take myself to movies like that more often. I hadn’t been to a movie theater in over a decade, probably.
The immersive experience of watching a film in the theater was amplified exponentially by the fact that being alone gave me the freedom to deeply focus on the viewing experience and react in the most natural way.
I spent much of the film watching through my fingers covering my eyes, or hugging my knees tightly to my body under my chin, contorting myself into all kinds of various versions of self soothing and viscerally reactive reflexive positions in the spacious, deep chair I occupied in the otherwise empty row.
I had already read tons of reviews of the film, as I am someone that often watches or reads critique of media I haven’t consumed myself. I knew the major plot points and knew generally what to expect in every scene because of this tendency of mine. There is no such thing as a spoiler to me.
However, I feel like I watched an entirely different movie than the one every review I had read in prior to seeing it watched.
The last thing the world needs is another person writing a verbose essay to unpack the emotional themes of a popular piece of media…but I never promised to only give the world what it needed.
My dog loves plastic bottles so much, it turns him into a trash compactor.
I like to imagine a tiny little Stockton Rush in the bottle as he crushed it in his jaws.
The film “Obsession” is simultaneously the most visceral example of what it is like to be a Cluster B personality in a pair bond AND to also be the other person in that pair bond.
I know that isn’t explicitly what the movie is “supposed to be” about…but at the same time, the supernatural element the story suggests is the force manifesting the behavior & dynamic does not obfuscate my recognition of the behavior & dynamic as all too familiar to me.
It is deeply unsettling, and even humiliating to admit this, but I cannot be the only person with a Cluster B history or diagnosis that identified with the way Nikki behaves and recognized the “chemistry” between the two main characters as familiar.
In fact, the supernatural element is quite in line with what it feels like to experience a boderline episode.
The emotional acting out boderlines are known for can feel like being possessed by an outside force. It is not so much a calculated manipulation & strategic hostage taking as it is a totally unstoppable, irresistible impulse that is more than primitive instincts but much less than choice.
I have described it as “having to sit in the passenger seat of your body”. There is a part of you, the normal part, that is present in even in upheavals that can look close to psychosis to outside observers…it is just not piloting your body. You can see yourself behaving in this embarrassing, crazy, disturbingly desperate way that scares the person you feel so strongly about and makes you an absolute outcast among your peers. You can feel the shame and humiliation for how you are behaving AS you are behaving that way.
Yet, I cannot describe it any more clearly than your frontal lobe consciousness becoming totally detached with the rest of your brain, which steps into the pilot seat your frontal lobe has been ejected from.
Your executive functions are tied up in the supply closet while all the wild, damaged, and instinctive functions occupy the cockpit control center of your emotions, body & voice.
Thus is the volatility, instability, and danger of a cluster B brain in a pair bond.
To maintain a life free from BPD symptoms, I have found my most reliable slogan to be: Oxytocin: just say no.