Superprattual

I went to a tux shop to try on "normalcy" once...it didn't really suit me. Fangirl, writer, horseback rider, broke college-kid. And I'm proud of it all (except the broke college kid part.)

[psych2go]

When you’re trying to motivate yourself, appreciate the fact that you’re even thinking about making a change. And as you move forward, allow yourself to be good enough.

Alice Domar (via psych-facts)

[fanchresca-has-deactivated-deac]

turn on sound

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[every-captain]

You will NOT regret turning on the sound oh my GOD

[starship-scavenger-deactivated2]

What no this kids’ book isn’t giving me feelings

[micdotcom]

Sage advice. See more highlights from Drake’s SNL.

[hunchoeatsfirst]

THIS

[glow888]

I’m genuinely inspired right now

[skellydun]

rip santa.

[totallytrailbreaker]

Working in Retail in under 3 minutes

[deafslut]

i had to watch this like 5 times because of no captions but lmao if someone makes a transcript for this it would be bomb

[lilsnoozyvert]

transcript: “So we have these Santas at work, right, okay? We have black and we have white Santas. And they’re like creepy, five-foot tall, lifelike animatronic… like, Santas that hold plates of cookies and milk, and they kinda look like they could wake up and come to life and murder you in your sleep– and they don’t include batteries, but we have these Santas. Like nothing screams ‘festive holiday cheer’ like a big, hulking Santa. Um. Nothin’ will jingle your jangles more. So, um, this woman comes in and she’s like, “Do you have these?” and I’m like, “Oh my god, yeah!” So a couple weeks ago we sold out of our white Santas, and we are down to like, three black Santas. And so, I take her to the aisle, I show her the Santas, and the first thing out of her mouth is, “I’m not racist, but…” and I’m like, well, I can’t– I’m not in the position to decide if you are or not, but if like– if I could use context clues and infer, uh, I would say maybe that you might be. And three, we’re talking about Santa. Like– (stuttering) did we switch subjects? And so, um, I’m in like, I– the next thing that pops out of her mouth is like, “This is not right.” and I’m like, okay, I’m sorry, but this is what the picture was. And she’s like, “No. Santa is white.” And I’m like, oh no, okay. Okay. So I’m in– I’m about to tell her, I’m like, mid-sentence, like, “I’m sorry, do you want me to go call another store, do you need me to, like, write you a raincheck just in case we we get any more.” And she’s like, “This is wrong, I want them taken down.” She interrupts me, says that, and I’m like, (pause). I like, look around, and I’m like, is she talking to me? Is this, like, my own, like, personal hell? But like, of course it is. So, um, I’m like, “I can’t take these Santas down.” And she’s like, “Why not?!” And I’m like, “You either have to buy them, or take them down yourself.” And that was like, the stupidest thing I could have ever said, because– (sighs) she takes this bag, with like, Jesus’s face, like, slammed right in the middle as a design– it’s big– she takes it off her shoulder, and starts beating these black Santas! She starts beating these Santas down, they were like, falling down… and I’m like, oh my god! What– what is happening? So like, I step in the middle of her and these Santas and I’m like, “Ma’am, ma’am, you need to leave, you need to stop, or I’m going to have to call someone.” So she like, stops, and she’s like, beet red, and like, huffin’ and puffin’, and she like, looks at me and I can tell she’s just trying to get like, a one-liner in, and she’s like, “The Santa I know is white.” And then she walks away. And I’m like, well– I’m processing what’s happening, while also thinking, like, the Santa you know? Santa’s not real. So unless you’re using an ouija board to contact good old Kris Kringle, um, from like, B.C. or whenever, I’m like, that’s pretty impressive, but how ya doin’ that. And, um, I– the last thought that ran through my mind is that, I’m like, I would hate to be in the room with her when she finds out that Jesus is not white.”

[macklesufficient]

but did victor frankenstein actually have a phd

[macklesufficient]

no one’s answered my question

[macklesufficient]

THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS AN UNDERGRAD

IMAGINE HEARING ABOUT THE DUDEBRO LIVING NEXT TO U IN THE DORMS “yah dave dropped out cuz he built a fucking person”

[necro-romantic]

victor frankenstein was a little bITCH and he had no degree at all, he was at college for like, a year and then he was like “lol these bitches ain’t got nothing on me” and he just got an apartment and stopped going to school so he could build a person. i don’t think he even formally dropped out, he just kind of disappeared and nobody even questioned it because that’s what you expect when some cocky asshole comes to class like “i know more than everyone in this school and one day i’m going to prove it by ending dEATH ITSELF” 

fucking bullshit victor, come home and eat some goddamn soup you wussass teenager 

fucking trashass motherfucker 19 year old sin machine

go get ur liver pecked by birds u mess of a human being

[banal-adventures]

i am never going to let the world forget that victor frankenstein spent 90% of the novel moping instead of doing literally anything else. actual quote from emo kid victor frankenstein “my only solace was silence - deep, dark, deathlike silence” like HOW EXTRA

[manicpixiesdreamdragon]

You’d almost think Mary Shelly was taking inspiration from someone she knew….

[viohra]

Leave Lord Byron alone

[genericboringusername-deactivat]

Lord Byron deserves what he gets and he knows it

[constantlyabnormal]

Brad Kane, the singing voice of Aladdin, is literally riding a hover-board around our office singing “A Whole New World”

[stemmegarden]

Protect him

[timemachineyeah]

Sometimes I think about the future of self driving cars and how everyone I talk to about that future is like “okay but in an emergency we’ll be able to take back manual control, right?” and I usually placate them by saying, yeah, that’s totally how it’ll happen, but actually we’re already seeing the opposite. Cars with “self driving” features like steering and breaking that kick in and take control from the driver if the driver is about to rear end someone or is in a dangerous situation because the truth is computers can think faster and have better reflexes than us and I think about this going into the future and how if the self-driving cars are able to share their data with each other and learn from the driving experiences of every car on the road soon we’ll have cars that are so massively experienced at driving and avoiding accidents and making microsecond decisions and partial degree turns of the wheels and being so damn precise that automobile accidents will be almost unheard of and that’s when we’ll develop the most wasteful hilarious extreme sport in history where a single human driver will go up against an arena of ultra smart self driving cars and just by driving around recklessly try to coral them into crashing into each other and I tell you I would watch that sport all day.

[thestudentprincesss]

#this didn’t end the way i expected

[gugsiee-deactivated20180927]

I continuously have the urge to delete every social network and enjoy the peace of being disconnected

[superprattual]

So my boyfriend is taking a biology class over the summer to get his degree sooner, and just explained to me in-depth how mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, since that’s the only thing I remember about biology thanks to Tumblr. What a nerd (but I love that nerd)

[nevaehtyler]

Why aren’t we talking about this??!!

[destinyrush]

this is important!

[black-geek-supremacy]

We know why.

[jcoleknowsbest]

It doesn’t fit the narrative..

[superprattual]

I want to share a story on here. If you know me personally, just don’t read anything after the cut. 

Girls (and guys too), make sure the person you’re with is a good person. Simple as that. That’s what this story is about.

A couple of weeks ago, I was going through an awful patch of life. I was in the process of moving stuff out of my parents’ house (a process I’m still not done with). My relationship with them had been crumbling for months, and I decided it was a better decision for me to live with my boyfriend and his family. They welcomed me into their home. At this point, I still had my phone and car under my parents’ name and authority. 

One night, my boyfriend and I were laying around and my parents kept texting and calling me. Practically harassing me about what was happening and telling me how horrible of a kid I am and pointing out every flaw I have in my work ethic, school performance, emotional stability, etc... 

Thinking clearly wasn’t exactly something I was capable of at that point.

So I turn to my boyfriend and start to drop some hints about fooling around. He’s not one for subtlety, so I begin to act not so subtle. Kissing his lips, kissing his neck, nibbling on his ears, straddling him, etc...He pauses what we’re doing and the following conversation ensues. (Not exact words, but this is the order of events).

Him: What are you doing?

Me: *shrugs* I don’t know...wanna fool around?

Him: I mean...

Me: What? I need a distraction.

Him:  That might not be the best idea.

Me: Why not? Come on...we can both be distracted. I want to get lost and just forget what’s happening right now. 

I can feel that he’s not into doing anything of that nature at this point, but he won’t say anything to me. He tries to just get me to talk about what’s going on with my folks instead. I roll off his lap, lay beside him instead, and look at him. I tell him again that I just need a distraction for a little bit. He gives me a look, and then goes to lift my shirt up. The second he goes to do this, the part of me that makes rational choices pipes up. He’s lowered his head to my chest, and I take my hand to push him back to an upright sitting position, as he’d been in before.

Me: Stop...don’t...don’t do something you don’t want to do, please. It’s not a good idea...trying to use that as a distraction.

I expected a quiet nod and then we would resume watching something on Netflix. What happens next is the last thing I’d expected. A little bit of context: my boyfriend is one of the most upbeat, hilarious, lovely guys you’d ever dream to meet. Makes me laugh without effort, and he doesn’t cry often. Not because he thinks it makes him weaker if he does, but because he’s happy and content with his life to where he only cries when something really sad and life altering happens, which isn’t very often.

He broke like a dam.

My eyes widen as he starts to whimper and roll into me, clenching his eyes and pressing his head right up against my sternum. He lets out this heartbreaking sound as he begins hysterically sobbing against me, clutching me with everything he’s got. Though it takes him about a minute to spit it out, he only speaks one sentence to me the entire time he’s sobbing into me.

“I just want you to be happy.”

It would’ve been so easy for him to take advantage of that situation. I was vulnerable and begging for any sort of distraction I could find. What would’ve happen is we would’ve had sex, and I would feel more empty after than before we had started. It wouldn’t have solved anything, and my mind would still be entangled with what I was fretting about in the first place during the entire process of it all.

He could’ve taken advantage, but he didn’t. His goal was to make me happy, or at least ease my pain as much as he could. At that point, there wasn’t much anyone could do. Not even I could do anything about it.

I felt bad, and still feel bad to this day, for making him sob like that. I hope neither of us has to ever experience that again, though I know death or some tragedy probably will conjure that reaction again. However, that reaction did prove something to me, and that was my happiness was just that important to him.

So if you’re ever in a situation like that, don’t take advantage. Even if it’s the harder decision to make, it’s the right decision.

[journeyofbell]

Signs of emotionally abusive parents

Based on some advice I gave a girl with abusive parents, here’s a list of signs that I’ve gathered from personal experience with my mother:

Constant criticism: Most parents criticise their children now and then but constantly putting down your child is not normal. For the most part, the criticism comes out of the blue and is often about your looks, interests or behavior. It’s not just “normal” criticism, like commenting on something stupid you did. They’ll often compare you to other children and demand that you should be like them instead.

Not taking you seriously: No matter how old you are, you’ll always be a dumb child to an abusive parent. It doesn’t matter how well-informed you are and how great your arguments are: you’re wrong, naive and stupid. My mother would often shut me out when talking with her and other “adults” at parties and gathering, even when I was 18 and older and could easily talk with the “adults”

Being overdramatic: Making a situation seem a lot worse than it is will always put the parent in control and make the child a nervous wreck. My mother still has a habit of blowing things out of proportion and act like a tiny problem it’s the end of the world. As an adult, I just roll my eyes now but for a child, it’s absolutely terrifying.

Projecting their feelings/faults onto you: My mother always pointed out how angry and sour I was and I believed her for a long time until I was told otherwise by friends on multiple occassions (whenever I was described, happy was always included). Guess who’s angry and sour, though? My mom, of course. She’s extremely negative about a lot of things and tend to think the worst of everything. She complains nonstop but somehow she’s convinced that’s me doing that, not her. This goes for other feelings/faults too (being jealous, violent, naive etc.)

Mocking your interests: Loudly commenting and making fun of what you enjoy is not something normal parents (or people for that matter) do. A parent should never shame an interest unless it’s harmful to others. My mother has done this my whole life whether it was my interest in animals, collectiong stones, reading a lot, or wanting to study psychology (according to her it’s not “real” science)

Blaming you for having negative emotions: Whether you’re rightfully sad or angry, the parent will respond with ridicule and sometimes anger. You don’t have the right to be angry yourself and sadness isn’t met with comfort. I was a very emotional child and cried easily yet my mother just got annoyed and/or furious. If I cried at school, I’d have to beg my teachers not to tell my mother because she’d throw a fit and lock me in my room

Not respecting that you’re an introvert/extrovert: This often comes from the fact that the parent is the opposite of what you are. In my case, my mother was a social butterfly and scorned me for being an introvert (she doesn’t even believe that term). Even if I spent the entire day with other people, she’d be angry if I didn’t want to go play with someone after dinner. She’d also be pissed in the most ridiculous situations, like if I didn’t sit next to someone in the bus on trips and alike.

You have to protect others from their anger: In my case, it was my younger brothers and sometimes my father. I’ve swallowed my words or let my mother mistreat me several times so that she wouldn’t throw a fit and later let it out on my brothers or my father. A child should not be responsible for keeping peace in the home.

You have to lie all the time: With all the previous points, it’s not unusual that you end up lying to the parent in question all the time. I seldom lie to my father but I’ve lied to my mother my entire life and still do. Making up excuses and stories to avoid conflict becomes an essential part of interacting with the abusive parent and if you’re unlucky like me, it’ll last an entire liftetime.

If these things happen to you a lot, you’re dealing with an abusive parent and need help. Emotional abuse can affect you on the long run and has to be stopped as soon as possible. 

If the abusive parent can’t change their awful behaviour towards you, you don’t have to stay in touch with them and/or see them. You don’t owe your parents anything if they mistreat you like this.

[thelastsworlds]

sighs

[sleepychingona-deactivated20181]

Why I don’t consider the woman who gave birth to me “mom”

[tiny-facts]

Sometimes people with the worst past end up creating the best futures.

unknown (via psych-facts)

[dustbats-deactivated20170918]

I’m on medication that can make me spacey af, which can be a problem when I’m driving–like yesterday, for example, when my best friend was trying to help me avoid a pothole he said “to the left,” and I just mumbled “take it back now y'all” and hit the pothole straight on

[ten-and-donna]

Literally crying

[pursuitofhappinessss]

this is my favorite post on this website

[queerlyquinn-deactivated2025031]

My therapist and I decided that from now on, when I’m thinking something negative about myself, I’m going to imagine that Donald Trump is saying it, because it’s really easy for me to just tell him to fuck off.

Example:

Trump: “Your thighs are fat.” Me: “Fuck you and your fucking wall.”

I think we’re onto something here.

[justedrecoverythings]

this is probably the best coping skill I’ve ever seen and I am ten billion percent going to use it too

[tullipsink]

She’s the type of girl who would hold you while you cry and stay up all night just to make sure that you’re okay, even if she’s the one breaking sometimes.

I’m a sucker for you. A.M.// (via tullipsink)

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