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I'm at a party, listening to Beck and wishing I could see my home country for Christmas

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I'm at a party, listening to Beck and wishing I could see my home country for Christmas
Heroism in Hong Kong, 2019
[note: for those who use the mm-dd-yyyy US date format, in the photo above “1/10/2019″ means Oct 1, 2019. Also, “Carrie” refers to Carrie Lam, the Chief Executive of Hong Kong]
“To wish you were someone else is to waste the person you are.”
— Kurt Cobain (via thegoodvybe)
cashier: I’m sorry it’s going to be a 5 minute wait for your food
old people: let me speak to your manager. This never would have happened in my day. And yet you all want the minimum wage raised. I’m going to kill you.
cashier: I’m sorry it’s going to be a 5 minute wait for your food
millennials: okay, my apologies. I apologize for the inconvenience. I’m sorry I’m here.
me, walking into a store: are you guys busy? i can come back later. please don’t push yourselves on my account. things happen
Had a baby boomer in front of me at the Dairy Queen. She INSISTED she was a Blizzard EXPERT and there was simply NOT ENOUGH chocolate pieces in her blizzard and she wanted to complain to "whoever is in charge". She's going on and on with this teenager. The teenager is calmly explaining they make them all the same etc etc procedure etc etc. But this woman is now yelling at the teen.
So I walk past the woman and put money in teen's tip jar. Haven't even gotten ice cream yet.
Woman looks at me. Turns back and yells some more with the teen. I put more money in the tip jar.
The teen smiles at me. The woman can't think of what to say to me and stops yelling, because I'm looking at her dead in the eye like "atm is over there, I can go all night. The more you yell at her, the more money she makes."
Aggressive generosity to combat boomer selfishness is so punk
I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. so if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can’t hold on to all of it. So what I’ve learned is that crying signifies that you are feeling as much as humanely possible and that is living to the fullest extent. So keep feeling and cry often and as much as needed
SHIT WHAT
Also let yourself cry. It really is a biochemical release valve to dump out all the chemicals that make you feel stuff.
I honestly think one reason men in western culture have so many problems is that we don’t let them cry, and literally their brains get stuffed with all this crap that doesn’t have a release valve. Men, please cry. You’ll feel better. It’s ok. You are not lesser for taking care of your health.
This is why tears from different emotions look different under an electron microscope. They’re literally made up of different things.
Happy tears are structurally different than sad tears than angry tears than overwhelmed tears etc.
I looked it up, cuz that tidbit was dope to me and..
Never would have known
Ah yes, the emotions: grief, change, onion, humor
Reblog if you are feeling very onion right now
I once smoked weed and kept alternating between laughing and crying without having any idea why.
Gospel, dudes and dudettes!!
What did we do to deserve Ilana Glazer 😭
i think the moon would like you
why? did she say something to you? tell me word for word
👀👀 not gonna name names but SOME of u are sweet and kind and deserve the world and i am rooting for u
i feel like i made myself up
You did! You do! Every day! Every minute!
Oh hey I haven’t yelled about voting in a while
Reposting this because some of y’all need a reminding.
New witch: please experienced witch, teach me how to be a witch.
Bitter experienced witch: every night for three nights gaze into a bowl of water.
New witch: I can’t do that.
Bitter experienced witch: …really?
New witch: Well does it HAVE to be water??? Isn’t that a little exclusive? What if someone doesn’t have access to a bowl of water? This advice seems a lot like gatekeeping to me…
New witch: Can I use this half empty Gatorade bottle? It’s all I got.
Bitter experienced witch: you don’t have a tap or a body of water nearby?
New witch: bOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I WOULD HAVE WATER THIS IS CLASSISM
this is funny but also…… can we not exaggerate so much about this? witchy supplies are often hard to come by or expensive! i’ve been a witch for years and i still have the cheap starter tarot deck i was coincidentally gifted the year i started practicing. i still use as much lavender as physically possible in all my spells. i scry using a £2 teacup from ikea (it’s big and round and charcoal black and i love it)
obviously, some people are ridiculous, but also witchcraft is flexible and natural and is supposed to be a tool for the oppressed and the underprivileged
^ oh look it’s the exact person we’re talking about 😱
imagine thinking me being annoyed that it took me 6 months to find wormwood bc my local witch shop closed down is somehow equivalent to a strawman argument about water being classist. absolute clown energy.
🅱️IX 🅱️ONTHS
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but… the point being… tools for your craft are very difficult to come by and in my case, I have to get them in secret! the joke of this post is quite funny, it made me forcefully push air out of my nose, but i do think we should try to understand that tools are hard to get your hands on when you don’t have available resources,, <3
What is hard about getting a bowl of water?
This needs to stop.
I wish I could delete this post because the amount of people insinuating getting a bowl of water is generally difficult is hurting my basic belief in humanity.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t” oh my family has no bowls, no even the paper kind. We have no mugs, no cups nor anything that can be fashioned to hold liquid. There is no source anywhere in my life to obtain such an object nor anything, yet I have access to tumblr and am asking for advice on being a witch from an experienced witch and it is established I am able to see. When they offer me a simple exercise, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!”
“I cannot because I don’t have nice tools or items that have not even been mentioned. I can’t because I won’t try. I can’t and no matter what you suggest, I won’t, I can’t– I won’t try.” All in asing songy voice mocking me.
Then on the other hand, I have people living with fundamentalist parents, sometimes in camp sites, in difficult conditions, who contact me to tell me how they still do their craft somehow someway. How they have a tool they hide in the most ingenius places. How they find spells in the bible to protect their kin. You beloved friends are how I go on. How the I canters cant get me.
Hot take : you can’t, and you won’t, because you don’t have what it takes.
Films watched in 2019.
#193: Dance of Dust (Abolfazl Jalili, 1998)
★★★★★★★★☆☆
I think the internet is connecting us in ways we’re not ready for because the other night a guy I went to school with who I haven’t seen on facebook in about a year made a status at 2am that just said “sick of these nightmares…”. Who could have predicted this is where technology would lead us in 2016. Live reports on the anguish of people on the absolute periphery of our lives. Nobody saw this coming. There’s no Jetsons episode where George gets a holo-call from a guy he hasn’t even thought about in three years saying “hey, I had the dream about the blood again…” and George says “hmm” and hangs up.