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azertyrobaz

Parents lie

hopepunk-humanity

ANTI-CAPITALIST AFFIRMATIONS

i am allowed to spend my time creating things, even if they are not beautiful.

there is no such thing as a "real job." all forms of work are real and valid.

there is nothing that i need to accomplish to be worthy. i am already worthy.

doing nothing is good for my soul.

i am not defined by what i produce.

my worth cannot be measured by my paycheck, my job title, or a list of professional or academic achievements.

i do not need to monetize my hobbies, it is enough to spend time doing something i love.

i will not let society decide what success looks like. i can define what successful life looks like for me.

anxietyproblem

mitochondriaandbunnies

Dan and I bought a thing called “long ziti” from the local Weird Bargain Store, largely as a joke, but…. I have never had a more unsettling pasta experience in my life. They wouldn’t bend enough to cook from top to bottom simultaneously, and while they were cooking boiling water kept spouting out from the tops of them out of the pot, like a boiling pipe organ. Then they were so long and floppy and hoselike that we couldn’t pick them up with anything other than tongs, and then they were so long and unwieldy that it was basically impossible to sauce them without them all slithering out of the bowl like wet snakes. They then proceeded to cool down almost completely within the the seconds it took to walk to the living room. Eating them was like eating a bowl full half melted drinking straws.

elemeno-pee

Bringing back Long Ziti for another round because it’s just too funny

cricketsqueak

real life creepypasta

the-tired-tenor

So uh….some dude apparently recreated Adobe Photoshop feature-for-feature, for FREE, and it runs in your browser.

Anyway, fuck Adobe, and enjoy!

adv3nturelust

Give credit to the 30-year-old who did this shit for free and offers this remarkable thing for free!

fuks

ubereyna-deactivated20210316

🥺💙💙

adzolotl

you call it “really bad at darts”, I call it freestyle acupuncture

sailor--spoon

Sir I’m going to have to ask you to leave the bar

westieronto

How most people with invisible illnesses are treated by health care “professionals”

thefemcritique

The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around

pardonmewhileipanic

pls watch

honestly i really appreciated this scene when I first saw it bc it took me like two years to get a diagnosis for what’s wrong with me

mttheww

Dorothy: Dr. Budd?

Dr. Budd: Yes?

Dorothy: You probably don’t remember me, but you told me I wasn’t sick. Do you remember? You told me I was just getting old.

Dr. Budd: I’m sorry, I really don’t–

Dorothy: Remember. Maybe you’re getting old. That’s a little joke. Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd, I really am sick. I have chronic fatigue syndrome. That is a real illness. You can check with the Center for Disease Control.

Dr. Budd: Huh. Well, I’m sorry about that.

Dorothy: Well, I’m glad! At least I know I have something.

Dr. Budd: I’m sure. Well, nice seeing you.

Dorothy: Not so fast. There are some things I have to say. There are a lot of things that I have to say. Words can’t express what I have to say. [tearing up] What I went through, what you put me through—I can’t do this in a restaurant.

Dr. Budd: Good!

Dorothy: But I will!

Dr. Budd’s date: Louis, who is this person?

Dr. Budd: Look, Miss–

Dorothy: Sit. I sat for you long enough. Dr. Budd, I came to you sick—sick and scared—and you dismissed me. You didn’t have the answer, and instead of saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you made me feel crazy, like I had made it all up. You dismissed me! You made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time. Is that your caring profession? Is that healing? No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr. Budd, no one. I suspect had I been a man, I might have been taken a bit more seriously, and not told to go to a hairdresser.

Dr. Budd: Look, I am not going to sit here anymore–

Dr. Budd’s date: Shut up, Louis.

Dorothy: I don’t know where you doctors lose your humanity, but you lose it. You know, if all of you, at the beginning of your careers, could get very sick and very scared for a while, you’d probably learn more from that than anything else. You’d better start listening to your patients. They need to be heard. They need caring. They need compassion. They need attending to. You know, someday, Dr. Budd, you’re gonna be on the other side of the table, and as angry as I am, and as angry as I always will be, I still wish you a better doctor than you were to me.