fire was invented by the grain industry

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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fire was invented by the grain industry
Imagine being the gays at a pride event in 2004 living their lives when someone grabs the microphone and announces to the room that Ronald Reagan was pronounced dead. Can you even imagine the hype, the celebration, the pure elation
This is the Pride Month that It will happen. I feel it in my gay bones
"who do you self insert as when you read?"
This is me when I read:
its kind of fun to uninstall programs you arent using to free up space and see them all beg for their lives
what is wrong. like with all of you.
Heterosexual pride flag
Anytime i see a bunch of pride flags i have to restrain myself from saying "where mexico" bc i doubt anyone will know I'm referencing this
picture i got at pride last week; here mexico
This is very dumb but hey
“we need more weird queers!” you guys can barely handle a hairy woman
and frankly? some of you struggle with hairy men.
happy birthday, gilbert baker. (june 2, 1951 — march 31, 2017)
finally getting home from a saw trap and checking your phone to find a venmo request for $50 from @j_gsaw labeled “trap costs”
jigsaw definitely took your phone so he could see your venmo @ so he could send the request, so why didn’t he just send the money when he was doing that? because he’s not a bad person like you, roy
saw universe gamergate rant video complaining that jigsaw has gotten too woke because his main apprentice is a woman
the future of the trapping people to participate in brutal games industry is fucked. what next, a gay woman? a gay man? a man who’s looksmaxxing? woke has gone too far
okay. listen. I try not to be pedantic about this sort of thing but it’s starting to get on my nerves. the wire mother offers milk but not comfort. the cloth mother offers comfort but not milk. if something is comforting, fun, or otherwise compelling, but lacks substance, that is the cloth mother. if something is boring or unpleasant but has substance, that is the wire mother.
things are heating up in the unethical experiments fandom
nah nah hold on, let me get even more pedantic.
the big finding of the whole experiment was that both food and comfort are not just substantial, but required for healthy development. in the 50s the popular theory was that mothers should touch and hold their babies as little as possible to avoid “spoiling” them, especially right after birth (which explains uh. a lot about boomers as a generation).
Harlow conducted his experiment to investigate this idea, and he found that physical comfort nearly eclipsed the food as a need in the baby macaques. They would go to the wire mothers only when they were hungry, sometimes even trying to reach the milk bottles without letting go of the cloth mothers, because they so badly needed both. Harlow’s other experiments showed that being deprived of parental comfort and enrichment as babies dealt lasting psychological damage to the macaques. and today we know that human babies can just up and die without enough skin-to-skin contact.
so yeah, to highly social apes like us, comfort and fun are no less substantial than food, it’s just a question of how quickly it will kill you to go without it. do not deny yourself the cloth mother
horror movie showing a child’s drawing of the monster or ghost or whatever but instead of a little kid and crayons they’re like a preteen and it’s manga style
"What's that sweety?"
"It's the girl who I hear crying in the walls..."
"oh... Uh...hmm"
oh to be loved without having fear of being replaced or to be chosen without being compared