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babygirl im gonna fuck you until you can walk #divinemiraclepenis
the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal
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NO its a JOKE and YOU DONT GET IT. ITS NOT THAT DEEP
While she was dead he put his memory of her on such a high pedestal that she could never live up to it alive
alternatively‚ she came back perfectly fine but he thinks she came back wrong‚ because the tragic reality is that he never actually knew his wife
im going INSANE thats MY POST.
It's your post but the journey to posting it changed it to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to you. Sorry dude.
After years of living in the adulting world, I think I’ve come to a realization: Manners exist to guide you to good conduct even when you’re in a bad mood.
When you’re happy, when you’re feeling generous, when you’re pleased with your gift or your service or your outcome, it’s easy to be nice. It’s easy to tip the waiter well when you’ve had a good day. It’s easy to thank the teller or the clerk when you got what you wanted out of the transaction. It’s easy to smile and chit-chat with strangers on the road when you’re in a good mood.
It’s hard to tip the waiter when you didn’t enjoy your food. It’s hard to thank the clerk for their time when you’ve just been told there’s a problem with their account and they weren’t able to fix it for you. It’s hard to think of something nice to say when your aunt gave you a crappy sweater you neither need nor want. It’s hard to be nice to people when you’ve had a shitty day. It’s HARD.
That’s what manners are for. Scripts and phrases that you learn by rote to say when you can’t think of a single nice or good thing to say from your own volition. Yes, they’re scripted. Yes, the sentiment is empty. But the scripts work in every situation, and the emptiness provides a buffer between your own unhappiness and the rest of society.
Because most of the time, it’s not the waiter’s fault that the food you ordered wasn’t what you expected. It’s not the clerk’s fault that your account is overdrawn. It’s not the fault of the barista or the stranger on the subway that you got fired today or your favorite aunt died. But even when you can’t summon a smile or a cheery word, you can still have manners, because they will serve you the same in sunshine or rain.
This post is the post that flipped my opinion on small talk and shit like that.
Also, this is why people who mistrust manners and want “authenticity” yet demand that authenticity feel authentically “good” and “happy” all the time are SHIT. I think manners are also there for privacy. You are entitled to your private thoughts and feelings, and manners erect a kind of barrier. And I think people who feel entitled to your private thoughts and feelings all the time, and also demand control of them, feel particularly egregious.
about to say something possibly unfair and definitely cunty but i can smell from a fucking mile away when somebody was raised in a comfortable liberal family and has never had to face like actual conservatism from family and community members. it's like trying to talk to a child who thinks they know everything and thinks that you're stupid for not understanding their genius idea of how to fix every problem in the world. and you can't just tell them they're ignorant because they're a Child you have to spoon-feed it to them like well it Would be nice if i could stay home all day! but i have to go to work so we can have money to buy toys and food and go to the movies :) and the child is like you HATE ME why don't you just get money WITHOUT going to work >:(
but instead of trying to explain capitalism to a child you're trying to explain to someone from portland that you cannot easily convince people who see themselves as your betters and believe it's their responsibility to Teach You What's Right that they are actually wrong about their most deeply held beliefs and have been wrong all their lives. and that it is actually very difficult and often harmful to cut your entire family out of your life forever. and that sometimes we love people who are wrong about things. and that being wrong about things does not make these people irredeemably evil and unworthy of human kindness. and the person from portland is just like ummm you obviously are just performative and if you Actually cared about what's right you would voluntarily abandon your entire family and support system forever and leave them all to rot
The people who go "well who's going to look after you when you're old?" when you say you're not having kids are breathtakingly naive. Our next-door neighbour, somewhere in her mid-80s, has a son, grandkids, and a grear-granddaughter, and who's the one she calls when she needs help, and checks that she's not spending christmas alone? Me and my boyfriend.
Having kids is irrelevant if the answer to that question is still going to be "the mentally ill faggots next door."
i love the implication of i’m-going-to-make-the-queers-take-care-of-me-once-i-can’t-anymore
The thing about reclaiming slurs is that once you've been affectionally called 'faggot' by friends, loved ones, and amiable fellows on the internet for long enough, you almost forget that it means something else to people who hate you.
Honestly at this point if a stranger on the street yelled "hey faggot!" after me, I'd probably turn around like "what?" like they'd just casually called me by name, and they were only trying to get my attention because they wanted to tell me something, before processing that they're being hostile.
This genuinely happened to in a club once. A man was like "What are you, a faggot?" and I assumed he was hitting on me but actually he was trying to do a hate crime.
Tough times for the homophobic community.
*Scrolls past*
*reluctant sigh*
*scrolls back up*
*rebogs*
i know it's hard. but i so firmly believe the strongest antidote to loneliness is reaching out first. and continuing to reach out. again and again and again. excise any scrap of shame you hold about being the person who texts first or pitches the plan or asks to get lunch. everyone is tired and busy and struggling. and afraid of feeling unwanted and unimportant. don't let the people you love feel that way. reach out first. don't be a ghost in your own life.
it’s almost halloween…… vampires…… my window will be open………..
Just saw an ad for fucking Kellog's cornflakes wherein a shirtless blindfolded man tied to a bed is like "Wait.. are you... eating??" and it pans across the bed to reveal that his partner is, indeed, too distracted to have sex with him bc she is chowing down on corn flakes. Now I've been caught up in wondering whether:
a) John Harvey Kellog would despise this ad; the mere proximity of bondage-play to his brand name and beloved anti-porn flakes is unforgivable
b) John Harvey Kellog would enjoy this ad, because it shows a young woman forsaking the temptations of the flesh in favour of eating a wholesome and nourishing bowl of cornflakes
Cast your vote
A - that crunchy old man is rolling in his grave
B - it's literally demonstrating the flakes' intended purpose
C - what in the goddamn hell are you people talking about
"Are you sure you want to post this without tags?" What, pray tell, tumblr, would I add to this post to help it reach its 'intended audience.' #cornflakes #bondage
I do think to an extent that at a certain level of saturation, trying to keep informed becomes a vehicle for self harm.
I think that wanting to feel sensation, even hurtful sensations, drives some people to obsess over news stories. And it doesn't feel like self harm. It feels like staying informed. It feels like being prepared.
But you find yourself reading the same stories over and over again, and it keeps hurting until it doesn't anymore and you think 'I have become numb to this.'
But not really. You're still hurting. And you will continue to hurt.
Being the most informed is a tireless, unending task. You must make time for your own peace.
I am looking neither respectfully nor disrespectfully. I gaze without recognition of your form, and without understanding.
Me without my glasses
JEN D'QUEER??? IS ANYONE HERE JEN D'QUEER???
hey kids did you know that computers didn't used to automatically connect to the internet. it used to make this screaming noise. we should have listened.
The next Tesla model is gonna be made of bubblegum and popsicle sticks and using the handbrake makes it fill with chlorine gas.
The next Tesla model has tires that slash themselves whenever Elon Musk wants attention and you won’t be able to change them until you like 100 of his tweets
The next Tesla model asks you three riddles before you can charge it, but they’re really terrible riddles and if you get any of them wrong a Starlink satellite crashes into your house
The next Tesla model is gonna have no windows, doors, or roof, instead using a “force field technology” that doesn’t keep out insects or rain but will electrocute small children in or around the car.
The next Tesla model takes you on a magical nostalgic adventure through beautiful landscapes where you’ll fight the forces of evil and begin to uncover mysteries of your past only to reveal in the last second that there is no conclusion, none of it mattered at all and you’re an idiot for even caring about it. Then it kicks you in the stomach.
Can’t it be both?
you know the drill, op disabled reblogs etc etc etc
Controversial opinion, but if you don't want to watch ads or pay money for creative work, you don't want people to be able to make a living doing creative work.
Obviously fuck corporations, and any company who isn't giving their fair share to artists and creators is fair game, but in a perfect future people gotta be able to make a living creating somehow.