“Ping pong can get intense sometimes”
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“Ping pong can get intense sometimes”
Gansey and Cheng playing ping pong
Mimic Octopus has had enough of Dancing Crab’s shenanigans
darn dancing crabs and their jazz crab hands
‘HELLO MY BABY HELLO MY H-“ “NO”
i cant control my hand suddenly
a himbo must, MUST, be Kind, Beefy, and Stupid.
only Kind and Beefy? thats just a hunk.
only Beefy and Stupid? thats just a jock.
only Kind and Stupid? thats just a decent man!
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Love Yourself (even if sometimes others have to do it for you)
It’s not a good thing to try and force someone not to use a healthy coping mechanism. There’s nothing inherently wrong with self-deprecation.
There is, there very much is.
Self-deprecation isn’t a healthy coping mechanism. Coping mechanism? Yes. Healthy? Absolutely not. Saying bad things about yourself seems harmless or even good in the moment but if you do it enough you will reinforce negative beliefs about yourself and the world around you. Say “I’m the worst” enough times and you will believe you’re the worst. Say “everything sucks I should just die lol” enough times and you will come to believe that too.
I’m not pulling this shit out of my ass either, by the way, this is coming direct from when i was an outpatient at a psychiatric hospital, way back when i did this EXACT THING CONSTANTLY and ended up suicidal. This is what I was taught there, and this is how I dragged myself out.
The best way to combat this (very unhealthy) coping mechanism is really just to force yourself to say good things about yourself, and shut down the bad ones. It feels stupid, it feels like you’re lying, it feels like it will never work. But over time, if you keep at it, and with the help of friends, the new words will replace the old ones. If you replace “i’m terrible” with “I’ve made a mistake, but that doesn’t make me a bad person” that is what you will come to believe, and make it 1000% easier to actually fix the problem because you won’t be bogged down with self-hatred.
It’s annoying, and aggravating, and you don’t want to do it because self-deprecation is how you’ve coped for so long, but I promise you it’s not healthy and will make everything worse in the long term.
The Court-martial of Captain Reo Salazar
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1895 pamphlet guide on how to address letters to people you dislike
quote from Jude Duarte in Queen of Nothing, pg. 56
same energy.
New Year, New You
By Jenni Meade
Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day; have some HORROR. <3 <3 J
Image Description: A silhouette of a person in a hooded sweatshirt and ball cap, surrounded by white smoke.
Three.
Male, 16. Broad of shoulder and narrow of mind, shouting slurs at his friends as he thumps his chest. In every way, the opposite of my birth body. I tug the edges of my sleeves down to cover the strange hue of my skin and jerk my chin, forcing the baseball cap’s ragged brim lower to hide my forehead.
I watch him fake a football pass to his friend, his Varsity jacket flapping open against his chest as he throws air. I watched this summer, too, hidden in the shade on the other side of the chain link fence that surrounds the football field, as he flew through the coach’s drills. A body with speed and strength. A body that other people surrounded, touching easily and calling out to with warm, rounded tones.
At the front of the school, hundreds of kids are pouring into the building desperate to find someone to worship. He’s as good as any god.
I catch him beneath the bleachers. He stands a head taller than me, pulling himself even higher as he does chin-ups on the supports crisscrossing above our heads. My hands shake. The bag of weed I’d saved to buy flutters where it hangs between my pinky and ring. I’d flashed it at him, and he took the bait, following me under here with just a shout over his shoulder, “Gotta get my school supplies!”
I pull bills from my pocket, change for his hundred. A fifty falls. “Oops,” I whisper hoarsely. “Your money.”
“Fuck!” He drops, crouching to catch the bill before the late summer wind snatches it away. “You want a pounding on your first day of school, weird ass?”
I reach out and brush a lock of hair back from his temple. Rage fills his eyes, looking up at me from where he kneels. I whisper, shhhhh. His lips spread back over perfect, white teeth made for clenching mouth guards. I grasp each side of his head and breathe deep, pulling his making out of him and into me. His jaw goes slack for an instant before it clenches tight in pain.
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This is like the American version of that one British guy reacting to the tea
“just put the cow in there next time” “girl, you are oppressing that coffee”
“You’re gonna put that in your body?” broke me
This bitch whitewashed her coffee.
Am now making iced black coffee in gut reaction to this nasty
This is the cutest.
I’ll bet that tiny dragon gets ALL the tips.
Dream job.
Happy Lunar New Year!
you don’t have to cancel everyone the second they misstep or do something dumb but you also DON’T have to defend everything that your fave does. you can say “hey this particular thing sucked” without getting into this all-or-nothing mentality. you are not an extension of the things you like. you can think freely and criticize the things (and people) that you like, and a criticism of something you like is not something that you should take personally or feel the need to correct/defend.
This is an example of two things.
1) amazing focus
2) some sort of post-modern, absurdist geopolitical commentary
me ignoring a mounting mental health crisis
this is... this is exactly what I would expect to happen today
Letters in a Bottle
By Jenni Meade
Image Description: Two hands crossing, just seen above the grey-green surface of the water.
I am tired of singing.
You have changed.
This is your fault, my silence. And so I will take your trash and fill it with my words, cramming full bottle after bottle that you have left castaway in my sea so that when they wash up on your beach and you open them perhaps it will be you that drowns.
In wonder, of course. I do not actually want to hurt you–I got that out of my system with Odysseus and his beautiful wooden boat.
Boats do not break the same way anymore. They are all too high; these ugly metal beasts rearing up out of the ocean like Poseidon’s buttcheeks. I cannot be bothered to sing to your boats these days.
Odysseus’s boat was different. A wooden boat creaks, sighing beautiful grinding noises that I cannot find under the water. Wood on wood on nails on wood, twisting against itself in constant agony to serve. Oh, how I loved his boat. I had to have it, and so I sang.
You, though, get only words.
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I have found another bottle. A few drips of something brown and fetid inside. I let the pelicans have it, dribbling it on the corner of a buoy. They squabble and I scribble. Scribble scribble. I wonder what you think the ocean is like. Shall I tell you?
Perhaps next time. It is hot today, and my scales itch.
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A young boy tossed this one overboard. You learn to destroy early.
Most corporate social media accounts use memes to try and appear hip with the kids so they’ll buy their product but the Sparknotes twitter account is clearly just run by a literature geek who was told they could make memes about old books and is having the time of their life doing just that
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