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@outlastthegods
genuinely terrifying how adhd will have you be fully aware of the responsibilities you’re neglecting and yet its like you’re being piloted by a super chill hedonistic demon who can’t hear you/doesnt care
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we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!! we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!
This is so violently hopeful and uplifting everyone needs to see it
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Friggatriskaidekaphobia
Is the fear of Friday the 13th.
Happy Friday the 13th!!!!
i think the death note probably doesnt go by “legal” name but rather the name you tie your identity and self image with, and it makes no sense for the death note to abide by laws constructed by humans anyway. so i think that if youre trans youre safe from light yagami because hes transphobic and wouldnt write your actual name in it even if it was life or death
How Horror Helps With Processing Grief and Trauma, S.F. Whitaker
The difference between a bisexual person and a pansexual person is that a bi person identifies as bi and a pan person identifies as pan and you don't get to fucking tell them that their understanding of their own sexuality is wrong
Knew it wouldn't take too long for folks to start clowning. Pansexuality is not biphobic. Bisexuality is not panphobic. Neither is more woke, neither is inherently more inclusive, neither is inherently fucking transphobic. Bi/pan solidarity is it, y'all.
it IS a phase, mom
show me a permanent state of the self, mom
Impermanence does not mean insignificance, mom
The key to a happier life is being in a constant state of change and acceptance, mom
Dead God
The dead god’s carcass is huge beyond measure, glittering trails of frozen blood leaking from ancient wounds where asteroids have punched holes in its flesh. Here, isolated from the terrible void of space, deep within the rotting cathedral of its monstrous rib cage, is where I have made my home. It’s fine. The schools are good. Traffic often gets snarled up on my way to work, but that’s mostly because my commute happens to pass through the dead god’s intestines. A team of flesh moles is currently chewing out a bypass. It’s something to look forward to. On fine evenings my wife and I go out walking through the crystalline forests of the dead god’s unibrow, holding hands and watching comets twinkle against the void. Sometimes there are other gods drifting around up there. This is a problem, because if a living god ever gets close enough to notice that our god is dead, the living god will probably come over and try to eat it. On those nights I kiss my wife goodbye and rush down to the command center, where my team is already springing into action at their switchboards and steam pumps. A complex system of levels and pulleys hoist our god’s lifeless fingers into one of the hand signals gods use to communicate with each other. Through the telescope I see the living god begin to back off. My team whoops. High fives are exchanged. We managed to get everything into position in less than five minutes this time, a new record. Outside in the darkness, the dead god’s cyclopean middle finger stands tall against the stars. Down the black depths of its slowly decaying body, my shift supervisor pops the champagne.
do you think cis people can be as attractive as normal people
If anyone has a sending money to strangers kink hit me up
A little autumn love, stay safe out there.
Congrats to us, America - now let's go fucking bully Biden