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*through gritted teeth* when i do something wrong and am politely asked to change my behavior its just a simple request to fix a problem and not an indictment of my character. when i do something wrong and am politely asked to change my behavior its just a simple request to fix a problem and not an indictment of my worth as a human being

junietuesday

*gripping the sink and staring into the mirror* i can regulate my emotions and move on from well-intentioned polite criticism by resolving to change my behavior in the future without dwelling on the shame and guilt. i can regulate my emotions in a healthy way and move on and not get stuck scrolling tumblr for an hour and a half to just blast my brain w stimulation to avoid my negative feelings. oh wait its too late for that last one

byjove

this may be totally incomprehensible to post-9/11 country music listeners but there was a time country music was only about smoking weed and going to jail

byjove

country music 40 years ago: I have warrants out in 7 counties. I’m on the run after killing my boss. I’m crossfaded on pot and whiskey. My wife is leaving me. Government is failing us. The cops suck.

country music now: Nothing bad ever happens in small towns. I love drinking ice cold beer and driving around in my $50k truck. Friday night football!

d31taf0rc3

Same vibe

byjove

raise hell, praise the ghost of Dale!

boringkate

I love how careless and sloppy you can be with water. Fill that glass up as fast as you want. Get it all over the place. Doesn't even matter. Soda drinkers wish they had even a fraction of this power.

moveslikekeithrichards

the problem with me is i cannot differentiate what is & is not my circus and what are & are not my monkeys. this gives you mental health conditions

rnismatch

(backseating you at the mortar and pestle) man you aint even squarshing it

passioflos

Egon Schiele, Kneeling Girl, Resting on Both Elbows, 1917

quotespile

“She did not care for children’s books in which the children grew up, as what ‘growing up’ entailed (in life as in books) was a swift and inexplicable dwindling of character; out of a clear blue sky the heroes and heroines abandoned their adventures for some dull sweetheart, got married and had families, and generally started acting like a bunch of cows.”

— Donna Tartt, The Little Friend

mutant-distraction

latedawnsandearlysunsets

lets clear a path with mama

what-even-is-thiss

“Cats don’t actually love you”

A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.

Don’t you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that it’s helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.

Cats love you so so much. But they will keep trying to eat plastic.

goth-princess-gwennie

The idea of listening to no black music is bizarre to me. Even if it's not rap like no earth wind and fire? No reggae? No moonstomp? No ska? No classic jazz? No R and B? No disco??? No skindred? No jungle? No even like metal bands with a few black members? No gospel? Not even stuff like alors en dance? No blues music? No mo town? No jazz of any kind? No big band? No soul music? Not even a little James Brown?

discodyke-dogthing

SO much of modern popular music is based on the groundwork built by black culture but they’re too racist to admit that the music they love is not nearly as white as they want it to be

wishful-seeker

I will never understand the hate for grey hairs. Your hair has sliver in it now. You have the color of stars on your hair. You have proof you survived and grew up. You have proof you are living. How is any of this bad?

04k96

anxeious

oncewild

thinking about this bit from an article by Ann Druyan in 2003:

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me – it still sometimes happens – and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous – not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived.

That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday.

I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”

oldguardians

once again thinking about "the lottery" by shirley jackson.

imagine there was a man in the story who went around giving speeches about the importance of the lottery as a tradition. He said the casualties were unfortunate, but also an inevitable price of freedom. Imagine he treated those who sought to end the senseless cycle of violence with condescension and derision, calling them idiotic, naïve, and diseased.

yet when that man was selected for the lottery and stoned to death, everyone mourned him and said how unfair it was that a bright young family man should die so soon. And when people pointed out that this man was killed by a system he adamantly defended and worked to perpetuate, they lost their jobs and were shunned from the community as insensitive and monstrous.

Imagine. Hypothetically. For no particular reason.