#ramble??

[stral-sormzy]

CONTENT WARNING SA DISCUSSION!!!

Agreed, to dig deeper, this fandom goes to show the horrid reality of being a victim of people like Doug irl. Men like him are everywhere nowadays and these women never get the justice they deserve until it’s too late or nothing happens because no one takes them seriously.

Hints why Doug got away with so much for so long.

[lilyrcse]

"just walk away," he tells me. "i can't." pathetically, i try to explain. "i know he's bad for me. and i love him anyway. and i want to walk away more than anything. or maybe not. maybe i just want to destroy myself."

[foursword-manga-fan-18]

I’ve been dormant on here for ages and only recently more active BUT

I AM EATING SO MUCH FOOD TODAY WTH LIKE, my stomach gets full and then after like, ten minutes it wants me to eat more WHAT THE FRICK HELP ME-

Like I know for a fact I shouldn’t be eating this much but my body is like “FEED ME MORE NOW, I DONT CARE IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU MIGHT EXPLODE SHUT UP AND GIMME FOOD” LIKE???? UAGAHJDHKSKDUAGAHJDHKSKDUAGAHJDHKSKD

AM I OVEREATING?? IM LOWKEY A BIT SCARED

also, I’ve been using the same cup, lil sauce bowl and plate for each lil meal I’ve had today :3

Edit: YALL I legit might have three stomachs… like??? WHAT THE SHIT

[kur0mi-kat]

to think ppl actually like the stuff i create with my bare hands is absolutely wild to me

[trufflesmushroom]

Ball Planet

On Ball Planet, there are only two things for sale at the store: metal hoops, and wooden bats. That's because everyone on Ball Planet is born with a ball. A special ball that's all their own, no two perfectly alike. And with this ball they can play basketball, or they can play baseball. Only two games exist.

Some people on Ball Planet have bouncy orange balls with black stripes that are perfect for dribbling and throwing into hoops. Some people have small hard white balls with red stitches that are perfect for winding up and hitting with a bat.

But if they're on the basketball team, they can never play baseball, not even if they have a baseball, and not even for fun. And if they're on the baseball team, they can never play basketball. Not even of they're good at basketball, not even if they hate baseball. Of course, basketball players can only buy hoops, and baseball players only buy bats. That's all they sell on Ball Planet. And everyone buys one, but no one can buy both- how silly it would be to play both games!

There are so many people on Ball Planet, and everyone has a ball. Some people were born with basketballs. Some were born with baseballs. And some others were born with white-and-black balls meant for kicking, but not touching with their hands, and some were born with long oval brown balls meant for kicking and also touching with their hands, but those games don't exist. (And even if they did, people would argue about their names!) Everyone must play basketball or baseball.

The truth is, on Ball Planet, everyone's ball is special and unique just for themselves. There are people with very heavy balls with three holes perfect for holding with their fingers to toss and knock things down. There are people with tiny white balls with shallow dots all over, perfect for knocking into holes in the grass. There are people with bouncy fuzzy yellow balls, perfect for hitting with a net on a stick over a woven net. There are people with tiny, beautiful glass balls, perfect for flicking into other balls. But those games don't exist either.

There are even people with multiple balls to toss in the air to catch in fancy patterns. Even people with big rubbery balls for exercising with. Even people with weird balls made of plastic with a window on one side, and if that person was allowed to ask a question, shake their ball and look inside the window, they could find a silly answer inside. Even people with balls that have no discernible purpose at all, and maybe if they were allowed to invent something new to do, suddenly Ball Planet would be full of interesting, fun new games to play, and there would be so many different things to sell and buy, and everyone could be free to play with their balls in the way that makes them happiest and Ball Planet would be a great place to live.

But there are only two games on Ball Planet: basketball, and baseball. And they only sell two things on Ball Planet: metal hoops, and wooden bats. And it doesn't matter if basketball players want to play baseball, or if baseball players would rather play basketball. And it doesn't matter if the people who have strange, different, unique, special balls that aren't basketballs or baseballs don't want to play either sport at all. Everyone on Ball Planet is part of one of two teams, and everyone buys one of two things, and everyone plays one of two games.

That's how it's always been. That's how it will always be.

-

On Planet Earth, there are only two colors for sale at the store: pink and blue.

[itsthehydra53-blog]

Adulthood.

I’ve been up all night, and I’m currently fueled by Totino’s Party Pizza nd caffiene. And it’s gotten me thinking a lot.

As a 16-year old transgender expellee that has been recognized by already well over a dozen colleges, I barely know what the fuck to do sometimes.

But, that’s okay.

If variety is the spice of life, uncertainty is the mystery Airhead bar. Some people, (Myself included), don’t particularally hate any flavor of Airhead. We enjoy the mystery, the choiceof not knowing and finding out as you taste it. 

Other people prefer to stick with Grape, or whatever their preferred flavor is.

And that’s okay.

You see, at the age of 16 I feel more confident in the fact that I am beyond intelligent enough to be sustainably “adult”, as in living on my own or with roommates, sustaining a job, paying bills, maintaining a social life, and generally being a good adult. And I think this stems from my innate curiousity and lust for knowledge. 

I remember the first time I thought about what being the opposite gender would be like. I don’t remember my age, or anything about it, but I remember the feeling. And it’s a feeling that’s stuck with me and why I eventually came out.

I don’t know where the fuck I’m going with this.

Or do I?

Throughout my brief time on this earth I’ve done things that most people may not do in a lifetime. I’ve had varied (and not always legal) experiences that have shaped who I am today. 

And honestly, the most difficult part of my life for me, isn’t myself, as it seems to stereotypically be for most people my age, but more everyone around me telling me what I am when I feel more confident in myself than I ever have.

I’d always wanted to be a Marine Biologist.

From a very young age, even though I’ve lived my life in Colorado, I always visited family and friends in costal areas a lot. I paid visits to all kinds of marine life centers, most notably the Loggerhead Marinelife Center, which really kickstarted my aquatic interests. And it’s a feeling that’s stuck with me as time has gone on, but I find myself branching more and more. I really want to study Music theory, and physics, and astrophysics, and astronomy, and I want to be a high school science teacher, and all these different things.

And it’s hard. There’s so much I want to do. And lately, I’ve found myself selecting options from this preverbial bowl, and laying them out in different orders, and it’s unhealthy in a way. It makes me think too much.I do a lot of thinking, ai spend a lot of time alone, usually listening to music, and just heavily thing about exestential issues.

And I feel like tonight, I’ve reached a personal conclusion with the help of two men that don’t even know my name.

John and Hank Green, the Vlogbrothers. The two of them have accomplished so much in a very brief period of time, seemingly by throwing up ideas and chasing them, and I admire it wholeheartedly.

And it’s led me to a conclusion, and one which I have been pondering and solidifying, even as I type this.

It’s a very simple conclusion, and one that I really want to abide by.

Fuck it.