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whats a gender neutral word you could use for your spouse? wusband?? hife?? wifesband?!?!?
i may be stupid
This is the text version of looking for your glasses when they are on your head
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Friendly reminder that if someone tells you that you need to connect to a "source consciousness" in order to be a "real witch" and ESPECIALLY if that person tells you to stop taking your medication in order to do so....
THAT PERSON IS A FUCKING LIAR.
You are not required to "connect" to anything in order to be a real witch. You are a real witch because you choose to be a witch.
Your meds do not prevent you from being magical or from exploring any kind of greater potential. They are there to keep your body and your brain as healthy and functional as possible. Do not let anyone shame you for needing medication.
Please keep taking your meds!
It is no good trying to escape you. But I’m glad, Sam. I cannot tell you how glad. Come along. It is plain that we were meant to go together. We will go, and may the others find a safe road,
Man, when I was like 16 I got so sick of being made fun of for being the fat kid that I took an axe down inna woods, chopped down a tree, and started doing log-lifts all the time. I got strong as fuck, but I didn’t lose no weight. I actually got bigger.
Same thing happened when I got into fighting. I got even stronger, and I got *fast*, man, and nimble, like a cat. Still chubby.
Body-building culture is a bunch of crap, my dude. Functional muscle is not necessarily toned or lean. You can be swole as hell and still be heavy. And that’s cool.
Embrace your inner barbarian. And when fatphobic little gym twinks try to body shame you, you should DESTROY THEM with your MIGHTY AXE
Can comfirm, i am Quite Fat ™ but i still hit my punching bag hard enough last week make it touch the ceiling and broke a finger in the process
You know, I train with (martial arts) a bunch of dudes, and a few bodybuilders have showed up over the years.
And every damn one of those huge shredded motherfuckers has the endurance of a fucking newborn puppy. Fifteen minutes into warmups and they’re panting for air like like they’re about to die. I’ve sparred them and every one of them telegraphs their moves about two weeks in advance, and are slower than my dead grandpa because their huge useless muscles get in the damn way.
Now. I also work with a couple of guys who are not weightlifters. They do, however, do very physical jobs and are Big Dudes. Picture this sort of build.
No abs to speak of, a bit of a tummy, and those motherfuckers can pick up one of the weightlifters and throw them.
And they’re fast. Like, unfair fast.
Bodybuilding culture is bullshit. Embrace your status as a giant barbarian and if anyone gives you crap throw them off a mountain.
i love and support all strong, fat people
I love the generational gap between emoji usage. Anyone over 50 sees 🙃 and thinks "silly time! whee 🙃", whereas the rest of us immediately hear, verbatim, "they ask you how you are, and you just have to say that you're fine, when you're not really fine, but you just can't get into it because they would ne--"
anytime someone talks about “double texting” im just like. sorry. cant relate. every single person i actually text will receive 14 texts in a row at 11pm about whatever random thing im thinking about
I always get confused when people apologize for texting. Like, dude, my phone volume hasn’t been on since I bought this phone and it is face down at night, you could text me at any time as much as you want and I’ll respond whenever I notice them without any though of the time or volume of responses I send back. Relax and reach out freely, babies
I live my life under the basic principle that people know their minds, bodies, genders, and orientations better than I do so I just take them at their word when they say they are a thing.
"But people could be faking for-" I don't care. I would rather show someone a kindness they don't need than not show them one they do.
And to be clear, the reason Typhoid Mary got so much shit is because she was told she was a carrier for Typhoid and so she could not under any circumstances work as a cook, and she definitely, definitely needed to wash her hands when preparing food, especially did she need to wash her hands after going to the toilet. So, with these instructions she was let out of quarantine. She immediately changed her name and got a job as a cook in a MATERNITY HOSPITAL where she continued to not wash her hands after pooping. She was put back into quarantine by public health authorities (after killing several women), then again let out after promising to stop being a cook, then did the same thing again. She wasn't stigmatised for being a typhoid carrier, she was stigmatised for not taking a few basic precautions to avoid passing on a fatal disease to others
bad news, professor, the sixty dollar book of short stories and poems that you "edited" for our english 101 class is out of stock from the school bookstore, the included texts are all available online, and I have constructed a google doc to share with the class.
Kids, if you are in an English 101 class and you have a textbook that costs more than twenty bucks you should check your syllabus and see if the assigned readings are available online.
English 101 professors fucking love stories that were originally published in the New Yorker or poems that are 100 years old.
Are you taking an English 101 class during the fall semester? I give it an 80% probability of including an Edgar Allan Poe short story and you DO NOT PAY for Edgar Allan Poe short stories you go to Gutenberg.org and you read for free. (my class is doing the cask of amontillado and i look forward to memeing with you in october.)
Anyway if you're in an English or Composition class and your professor has assigned the third edition of the Little Seagull handbook this site definitely does not include the entire text at the bottom of the page and you definitely should not save it from there. (i would not recommend trying to download the PDF, tho. Just copy the text.)
I had a scifi professor who had put together a textbook for us that was photocopied at the school printing center and included about a hundred out of print or hard-to-find-on-their-own scifi stories. That book cost twenty bucks and you had to put it in your own three ring binder.
There is no fucking way that I'm paying sixty goddamned dollars for The Most Dangerous Game, Young Goodman Brown, some fucking Hemingway, and Poe (it's more than that but not much; we only have 16 readings for the class).
KIDS.
Today we are installing firefox.
Today we are adding the multi account container extension.
Today we are learning that when The Atlantic or The New Yorker or Wired or Whatever says 'you have read all your free articles this month' we right-click on the link we want and select "open in a new container tab" to get more free articles because sometimes your homework assignment is on The Atlantic but you have already used your free clicks to read terrible opinion pieces.
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a fools guide to not wanting to die anymore
by me, a fool who doesnt wanna die anymore
never make a suicide joke again. yes this includes “i wanna die” as a figure of speech. swear off of it. actually make an effort to change how you think about things.
find something to compliment someone for at least 4 times a day. notice the little things about the world that make you happy, and use that to make other people happy.
talk to people. initiate conversation as often as you possibly can. keep your mind busy and you wont have to worry anymore
picture the bad intrusive thoughts in youe head as an edgy 13 year old and tell them to go be emo somewhere else
if someone makes you feel bad most of the time, stop talking to them. making yourself hang out with people who drain you is self harm. stop it.
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That’s some pretty good advice. I don’t know what’s left of my humor after ‘guess I’ll just die’ jokes but it’s worth a shot.
Personally i went from “guess I’ll die” jokes to “IF I HAVE TO BE HERE FOR 5 MORE MINUTES I PROMISE YOU I WILL BUY JUST, AN ARRAY OF CLOTHES.” and other wild hyperbolic stuff. Just replace the death part with something ridiculous and off topic. Its very entertaining
This also works with calling myself things like stupid, worthless, trash, etc. Even if you do this jokingly to yourself, your brain still believes it, and keeps up the cycle. Seriously, I found that when I stopped saying these things about myself, even jokingly, it made a massive difference.
Here’s a tip I picked up from a friend that’s helped me a lot — replace self deprecating jokes with ironically self aggrandizing jokes
Like every time I trip and fall, instead of saying “l’m just a disaster human” I say “I’m the epitome of grace and beauty”
Or like, when I draw a picture I’m not 100% happy with, instead of saying “my art is trash” I say something like “you know I think it’s time we replaced the Mona Lisa”
When you do that you get to make a joke, but you’re ALSO getting practice building yourself up, y’know?
And eventually it becomes a reflex and you get so used to it that you can say nice stuff about yourself even when you AREN’T joking
This is so important
That self-aggrandizing technique is no joke.
I replaced “I’m stupid” with “I’m a God damn genius.” “Move over newton” “another masterpiece”
I replaced “gross/ disgusting” with “sexy/attractive” “the hight of elegance”
I replaced “I suck/ that sucked/ this is bad” with “fantastic”, “a lovely time”, “ swell/jolly good”
Replace every negative with a positive. Say it so sarcastically. Make it complicated make it entertaining have fun with it.
It will stop your self deprecating and build confidence. And people are more easygoing around you.
i know people complain about the “heavy violence set to an upbeat tune” trope being over done in media but my guy, i eat that shit UP. the utter joy that i experienced watching the iconic coffee shop scene, five taking out all those men set to “istanbul not constantinople” was s t e l l a r
I also enjoy the “violent action scene pauses while the protagonists escape into an elevator and have to wait awkwardly to elevator music for a bit, before the doors open and violence/action music immediately resumes” trope.
im singehandedly repairing jewish-goyische relations through my outreach with my facebook friends
I briefly forgot there were normal humans named Elijah and wondered why this person thought they were getting messages from Actual Prophet and Messiah-Herald Elijah the Tishbite.
….yeah me too.
Me three.
Imagine getting visions of someone else’s holy prophet and having to text your friends like “….what am I supposed to do with that?”
I have not laughed that hard in so long I literally cannot remember when.
[ID: A picture of an orange and white cat dipping its paw into a small pond with lily pads in it.]
Void screaming
YOUR ELDERLY MOTHER AND HER HEALTH NEEDS COME BEFORE FUCKING DINNER RESERVATIONS. PERIOD. FUCKING SHIT.
Honestly, in my work as a therapist, I’m seeing this A Lot, and tbh I still don’t have a satisfactory approach to it. A heavy dose of Existentialist “create your own Purpose” tempered with “when the plane’s going down, put your own oxygen mask on first”, but… yeah, there is no ethical way to work on individual emotional distress without acknowledging the systemic socioeconomic, geopolitical fuckery going on at the moment, and the sheer grief that comes with it.
I’m a guidance counselor/psychologist for teenagers and it’s getting really hard to motivate young people to work for a future they don’t believe in.
They look at ther future and see global warming, wwIII, unemployement, political unstability, poison in everything they eat, the earth and animals dying all around them.
I saw this video where someone was asking french teens in the 50s how they imagine the future would be. The war hadn’t been over for long and yet it was all positive with like peace and flying cars and such. Then they went and ask the same questions to nowadays teens and hell that was depressing. Some still had hope, but it was just that “well I hope I’ll have a nice house and maybe some kid” but there was such a hesitancy to it, like they didn’t dare to hope too much.
People mock Greta Thunberg but what they don’t get is that when she said “you stole my dreams”, it was the truth.
Young people don’t get to dream like they used to. They don’t dream anymore, they grief all that won’t be anymore and that’s just so fucking sad.
The fact that both the tweet and these reblogs are pre-pandemic makes this post even worse