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Video of a kitten at a vet’s office protesting loudly as it’s scooped from the floor. Another kitten turns around the corner and walks up to the camera, also protesting loudly for its friend. From here.
This very rarely happens but this video actually made my cat get up and walk over to me and meow….. she heard the baby’s call of distress
WENDY I WILL THROTTLE YOU
me trying to convince myself that the whole spectrum of human emotions is a good and necessary thing to feel even if its not comfortable while im actively experiencing emotions that make me feel like my bones are being dissolved in acid
easy life hack for becoming a nicer person: get older and more tired. u simply do not have the energy to deal with drama. u do not entertain the bloodthirsty. don't care too sleeby
conversely, as u get older and more tired, your tolerance for bullshit goes down the drain. u do not have the energy to deal with it. it does not belong. get out. I will not dance around and politely shoo the drama out with a feathery broom I will send a bulldozer at 80 mph
what I'm saying is as you age you walk more and more softly and carry a bigger and bigger stick. this is why the elderly are so powerful btw
This monument in Kazakhstan makes me so emotional.
5 people linked hands to save the dog, but there are only 4 in the statue...
so you can be the fifth
I don’t think the Olympics are going to go any better, tbh.
The US is gonna win the World Cup by arresting all the opponents.
This might legitimately be the plan.
How else is the US team going to beat Brazil or Argentina?
happy glorious 25th of may
Sometimes you hear a song and a fic pops into your head full formed. This is a trap. The fic may be fully formed in your brain, but you still Have to write it down. This is an important step that most people forget about.
Growing up on the internet it was drilled into us to not give our real name, age, etc. only for all these social platforms to turn around and be like 😦☝️ um actually, we really need your social security number, credit card, and full government ID.
Reading the replies is giving me anxiety. Listen to me, children, if you are in the US and your company offers a 401k or some other sort of retirement benefit, get in on that shit. I believe most companies will do some sort of match, so for example, if you put in 3% of your paycheck into the 401k, the company will also put in 3% on their end, which means you're getting 6% a year in your retirement fund (not including any stock market gains or losses, which historically has been an average of about +7% a year, even factoring in the years it crashed). Even my grocery store job (ily unions) and the shitty temp agency I worked for for 2 weeks without a college degree offered a 401k. However, if you do not work for a place that offers a 401k, you can sign up for an IRA (individual retirement account) or Roth IRA through a brokerage firm. Mine is through Fidelity.
I didn't think I'd make it past my 20s either, but you know what? Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize damn, I'm 30/40/50. It's easier to put away even $5 a month now and leave it alone to compound interest than it is to wake up one day realizing you're in your 60s and have saved nothing for the future. (Obviously if you can put away more, do.)
And if you do die young, you can name a beneficiary (family, friends, a nonprofit, etc.) for the money you've accumulated in that 401k. This is a good primer. (Shout out to investopedia, which saved my ass more times than I can count in college.)
I also recommend @bitchesgetriches, who are great at explaining financial advice in an easy to understand way.
It's not too late. Better late than never.
Thanks for the shoutout, baby. You're absolutely right: it's never too late to start saving for the future. Even if you think that future is an apocalyptic nightmare landscape, I promise you'll still be better off going into that shitstorm with money. When bad stuff happens, it is always the poorest, most marginalized people who are hurt the most. So if nothing else, prepping for a wealthy future will put you in a position to help others. We talk about that more here:
Season 5, Episode 1: “Why Save for Retirement When the World Is on Fire?”
"Safe word? I wish I was safe from this show."
"OOOOHAHAHAHAH!"
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literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.
Reblogging this with these tags because oh my goodness
To the person I reblogged this from THANK YOU i am now going to stick this on my pinboard where I’m gonna see it every single day
“Life is long and beautiful if you make it so”
Internet archive links to books I've started to recommend if you care about indigenous people and anti-colonialism.
The Wretched of the Earth
Discourse On Colonialism
Making Space for Indigenous Feminism
Settlers: The Mythology Of The White Proletariat from Mayflower to Modern
Red Skin, White Masks : Rejecting the Colonial Politics of Recognition
Borderlands/La Frontera
As We Have Always Done
An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States
Books I couldn't find on the archive but still recommend you purchase or check out at the library:
Dick Bayford, Botswana's attorney general, removed anti-gay language that courts struck down years ago. (Photo courtesy of the Sunday Standa
Local LGBTIQ+ organisation LEGABIBO welcomed the government’s move, describing it as “a necessary and long-overdue step toward restoring dignity and aligning our legal framework with constitutional values of equality and human rights.” The group said the change sends “a clear message that LGBTIQ+ persons are not criminals, and that their lives and relationships deserve protection, not punishment.” LEGABIBO noted that the colonial-era provisions had long cast a shadow over the lives of LGBTIQ+ people in the country.
The crazy part about pain is that it actually hurts alot
The Writer points excitedly. "That's it!" Their phone drops from numb fingers. "Egads, that's it!"
They vault over the service counter, forcing the man trying to pay for gas to stumble back of get hit by their flailing Doc Martens. They burst through the old doors too fast for the bell to ring and sprint down the road.
They gasp for air. Their arms pump faster. Their boots thud against cracked sidewalk. The world is a whine of wind in their ears. They throw themselves over the gate, barreling up the walk to their apartment in three steps flat.
Their roommate startles when the door explodes open with concussive force. "What--?"
But the Writer is tripping down the basement stairs, shoelaces whipping against their shins and nearly causing a fatal accident. They catch the banister at the last moment and grimly pull themselves up. Sweat drips from their temple. It's almost over. They can see a way through now.
The Writer throws themselves into their desk chair. There's give as the fake leather gives up another few centimeters, revealing the battered memory foam along the side of the seat. They turn their keyboard over as the start screen flashes, impatiently shaking dust and dorito crumbs from between the keys.
They've almost caught their breath by the time the document loads. Their eyes catch on the opening line but, for once, don't stick. No, no they know what they're doing now. They don't need a reread. They know.
Agent Rickson struggled to his feet. His vision shook, black tugging at the edges. He's had tunnel vision his whole life and he almost lets the darkness win now, the familiarity of it a siren call. But no. He can't. He won't let his sight narrow now, not when he sees clearly at last.
With trembling fingers, Agent Rickson touched his temple. The red that stained his fingers could be mistaken for the color of her lips. He looked up at Melody. His lips formed a wry smile and--
Six months and the Writer's been living in this moment. Agent Rickson confronting his ex-sister-in-law. Six months of imagining flickering lights and a layer of dust so thick it's still falling through the shafts of light slicing through the warehouse she tried to blow him up in.
The Writer's fingers are trembling just like Agent Rickson's. With exaggerated care, they peck out the next few words.
His lips formed a wry smile.
"Ouch," he said. "That fucking hurts."
The Writer slumps back in their chair. Victory is a bird fluttering in their chest. They raise a fist into the air. "Yes. Yes!"
Agent Rickson lives again.
