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burning text gif maker

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minecraft logo font text generator w/assorted textures and pride flags

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microsoft wordart maker (REALLY annoying to use on mobile)

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snoomfies

this is what I want this summer to feel like

thedreadpiratecam

microdosing hell by being awake and literate

sorrrowfull

radicalgraff

Anti-Imperialist poster spotted in Quito, Ecuador

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radicalgraff

Anti-ICE poster spotted in San Diego, California

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Oh!

doh007

Thank you all, i needed further explanation - And i do find it might help me!

winterferger

Something that's helped me a lot with ruminating is realizing that often ruminating is you trying to figure out a pattern so something bad won't happen again. Like did I do it? Did someone else do it? How did it just happen?

When you catch yourself doing this, there's a few things that often work for me now.

"Thanks for reminding me, brain. I did the best I could with the knowledge I had at the time."

"Thanks for reminding me, brain. I know I made a mistake and I'll do better next time."

"Thanks for reminding me, brain. I'll be better prepared for the next malicious person I meet."

Because that whole "chew on thoughts" reminded intrusive thought system has a job. It's meant to protect you. So you can't just tell it repeatedly to shut up because if it can't do its job it'll just scream its reminders louder. You have to listen to your brains stupid flight-safety instructional and then acknowledge the appropriate 'fix' that goes with it.

And then my brain can actually go do healthy things.

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me when there's work at work

puppyfag-luna

Woah

soup-racing

"...I didn't know it was radioactive." (A little comment on the radiation theme under the read more)

gatheringbones

watching the Thing and like

it’s a mound of flesh, right? and it keeps forming eyes capable of looking at you. and the longer you look at it, the more openings appear. and at first the openings are full of what looks like legs, which move aside to reveal a flower, which unfurls to reveal a fleshy orifice studded with teeth moving towards you with great power and longing.

gatheringbones

and it’s like, the central tragedy is that none of these men know each other on a level intimate enough to see through the imitation. when keith david turns and asks them how they’re supposed to tell if he’s an imitation or not, none of them can honestly say that they know him well enough to test how deeply it runs; he may as well be a stranger to him. when baby slut kurt russell mentions that the long johns could be anybody’s, it means that he isn’t able to tell whose they are by taking a good long whiff of the crotch and armpits. the secret weapon that could have successfully circumvented the thing was the time these men should have spent intimately exploring each other’s bodies. I have a job interview tomorrow. I need to get this out of my system now.

gatheringbones

having by now gotten the job for which I was interviewing, I think where I was going with this was that, the constantly moving shifting expanding de-categorizing of the Thing is its own horror vehicle by virtue of the fact that every other body in that film very much wants to be its own discrete category, unknowable and untouchable to the other bodies around it. and the more you look at the Thing, the more there is of it; the more openings it has, the more eyes it will form for which to see you, the more limbs it will form for which to touch and know you. and these men do not want to touch and see and know each other. they do not want the joyous erotic sound of each other's stevie wonder albums to enter their ears. they do not want the joint that touches their lips to touch the lips of another man. the first and only horror of the Thing is its drive to touch and know and queer the coherent category that is the human body. I will be washing dishes in the back of a bakery while blasting mongolian throat singing if anyone has any further questions.