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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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NASA
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Andulka
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@wouldnt-give-a-fig
I do think the ability to emoji-react is a net win for human communication. not only does it give you an outlet for 'I see and acknowledge this but don't have a verbal response' but it also adds a pleasing alethiometer element to things
my coworker announces that he's off to the dentist. someone reacts with a tooth emoji. is this a statement of dentist solidarity? a wish for my coworker to return with more (or fewer?) teeth than he set out with? simple word association? who can say
collecting tweets
#vessel alert
that's right
They Throw These at me Because I am so Beautiful and a Star.
The fact of the matter is that I do not want to do it
"do what?" you might wonder. well. [gestures broadly]
I keep getting Owl City On the Wing (a song I have not listened to in roughly 12 years) stuck in my head and it's because I'm reading a fic with Saltwater in the title and my subconscious is bouncing from there to The Saltwater Room to my most listened to song from that album
owl city mention in 2026??? <33 on the wing was so good and I will always remember saltwater room fondly as it was how I learned the word introvert
rainer maria rilke, letters to a young poet
“If a man’s son asks for a fish, will he give him a stone?”
I.
In the morning a little overcast
I feel in the pit of my stomach that
God I ask and yet I don’t expect
Ever to be answered with an affirmative
I ask and sigh and tighten my muscles
Preparing my shoulders to bear up the rocks I expect to get
Instead of fish. Because of course the rocks are good.
They will make me strong.
But sometimes
A fish would be nice too
Though I don’t expect you to give me one
It’s ok. I’ll ask and suppose I ask wrongly
For that fish
Because of course I needed a rock
Although slowly it dawns on me under the overcast lens
Maybe I am doing you a disservice with this characterization
Always expecting the worst from you like you are a rock maniac
In a bootcamp where all the yelling is intended to make me strong and fast enough to save my life
And I settle into a starvation diet because I trust
You can help me survive one
But it’s just dawning on me
That occasionally you might do that by giving me a fish
I wonder God if it isn’t wrong of me to pray with the assumption
You won’t answer
Maybe can you help me out with that?
And so
Subtly
Softly
You whisper me two or three
Before the day is out
Is it a promise God? What should I expect?
But everything?
The man across the room in a totally unrelated conversation
Interrupts to say “We asked for this. We shouldn’t be surprised.”
Maybe I still will be though
Just for the sheer delight of it
Source
These dudes are fucking legit. They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back. And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”
The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone.
In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.
Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”
The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
Actual tears.. hnngh
Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.
where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang
This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on
Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.
Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.” ( Article)
More about BACA, from their site
My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af
They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.
What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???
NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES I’M HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.
it’s back! I will always reblog BACA
Damn good people.
I know they wouldn’t consider themselves such, but these people are freaking heroes and the world is a better place because of them.
Hey folks, it talks about this in the article but its not mentioned in this post, BACA is a 501 © (3) charity that depends in part on donations to help pay for stuff like gas for their bikes. If you want to help, consider donating.
@copperbadge You like posting about heroes, Sam. Seems like this would be up your alley.
I love these folks! I’ve reblogged them before but it’s wonderful to see the donation information has been added.
Always reblog. Keep doing what you’re doing y'all.
Guys? This post changed my life. I saw this post. Forever ago. And thought it was only in america… and wished desperately that they could help me. But then I saw it again, during a bad episode, and checked their site. They aren’t just in the USA
They’re in Canada as well and probably other countries. I met and talked with a native guy who runs the place near me. His name is Shaman. I got in, and I’m considered a BACA child now. Despite being 17, turning 18 when I talked to them. They spent time with me when my abuser was over, they gave me therapy resources. They give you something called a ‘level 1′ where they go to your house with as many bikers as they can, i shit you not a solid 20-40 bikers came from even out of province, and met me. I got to choose my biker name and I got a vest with patches on it and my name on it. They all hugged a Teddybear before giving it to me, and told me if I ever felt the BACA bear was running out of love, to give them a call and they’d refill it for me, and then I got a ride on one of their bikes. Just a day or so ago I went to an annual party with them and they we ate food one of them cooked and had a lot of laughs.
I’ve never felt as loved as I did being a part of the BACA family. They also gave me dog tags with the names, and phone numbers of my 2 workers. So I can call them whenever I feel scared.
BACA is an absolutely wonderful group that will do everything in it’s power to help any child whos been abused.
And it doesn’t end when you’re 18 either. As long as you get in contact/get your level 1 before you’re 18? you’re ALWAYS a BACA kid. I’m 18 now and they still invite me to parties, ask me if I’m okay, and are there for me. They’re still trying to find me resources for therapy.
BACA has changed my fucking life.
I hope you all can read this, and reblog it knowing from someone who fucking been with them, that they are absolutely amazing.
If I ever don’t reblog this, it’s because I am physically being restrained against my will.
Supporting your local hero’s.
FUCKEN AMAZING what these Bikers do!!!! This is why I don’t give up on humanity…
💞🖤💞 Carpe Diem 💞🖤💞
Links the International BACA Chapters:
United States
Canada
Australia
Belgium
Denmark
Germany
Spain
France
Italy
Netherlands
Iceland
Austria
Greece
New Zealand
Portugal
Sweden
United Kingdom
Switzerland
B.A.C.A’s Byline: “Keepers of the Children.” B.A.C.A.’s Motto: “No child deserves to live in fear.”
Not all heroes wear capes, some wear biker vests.
Had seen this before, but never realised that this is on an international level - there’s even a contact address close to where I live (in Germany), very cool (though hoping the only use I’ll ever have to make of it is for donations) ❤
That’s a lot of countries.
One day you’ll have whatever it is you’re now so confusedly seeking. That kind of calm that comes from knowing oneself and others. But you can’t rush the arrival of that state of mind. There are things you only learn when no one teaches them. And that’s how it is with life. There’s even more beauty in discovering it for yourself, in spite of the suffering.
Clarice Lispector, from “Gertrudes asks for advice” in The Complete Stories
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Like a month ago I messaged a craft group about accessibility for wheelchairs and the answer I got was “there’s a lot of stairs but we have cute boys who can carry you”. And it’s…not good. As a wheelchair bound person I largely depend on people when I want to go out and do *anything* so I’m used to it, I laugh it off, make an annoyed post about it and off I go. But I wanna just say a thing real quick.
Even if I wasn’t gay, wasn’t a survivor scared of men, getting help as a disabled person is just…Not a pleasant thing to us! Imagine for a sec how you’d feel being carried up a flight of stairs. You’re a grown person. You’re being touched in an awkward way. You’d rather do it yourself. You’re So Uncomfortable. It’s not where I look for the beginning of a romantic relationship. So like…could abled people stop doing this thing where they think helping us in a condescending and infantilizing way is cute? Cause I’m real tired. Just get me a ramp or lift and I’m cool. I don’t need a dating service when I’m just trying to go about my day
If you’re abled please reblog it cause like…the more ppl knows the better
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
— Mikko Harvey, from For M (via lunamonchtuna)
Regular days can produce great art
- Humphrey Carpenter's J.R.R. Tolkien: A Biography
During a couple hours on this particular day, Tolkien took Frodo across the Dead Marshes to the gates of Mordor, then mowed the lawn.
You don't need special conditions to create your best work.
"have brought Frodo nearly to the gates of Mordor. Afternoon lawn-mowing" —from the diary of Samwise.
Nothing slapped my shit back into place like someone pointing out that the "genius gifted child with so much potential who got burnout and mental illness" is just the nerd equivalent to the jock "could have been a pro at sportsball if it wasn't for the injury".
[Image ID: tumblr comment from oddyseye reading "both archetypes are just different flavors of "adult nostalgia projection." like the washed-up jock with his knee injury and the gifted kid who fried their brain at 14 are both haunted by the same ghost: potential that other people shoved on them. the only difference is one's trauma smells like sweat and gatorade, the other's like pencils and AP exams. neither of them ever got to just be kids. and i swear, society eats that narrative up be it's comforting to blame it on an 'injury' or 'burnout'" /end ID]
[addendum to ID: and i swear, society eats that narrative up bc it's comforting to blame it on an "injury" or "burnout" instead of admitting we built a machine that chews children until they're pulp. /end ID]
I highly recommend compassion towards both the 'former gifted kid' and the 'highschool jock who got injured'. Yes, even if you hate them. Yes, even if it's yourself.
Sure, clinging to a past that's gone is sad and pointless. And if we think for even one moment about why they're doing it, it becomes really easy to see. The lessons you get taught as a kid shape you like nothing else. And both junior pro athletes and so called gifted kids are taught early on that nothing is more important than their success. Not their friends, not (other subjects in) school, not their free time or their personal mental or physical boundaries. The only thing that matters is your success, whatever that meant to your parents, teachers, coaches, etc. Take that away, and nothing is left—by design. Because once again, nothing was more important than success.
And now, berating or making fun of adults for believing something that was so deeply engrained into them as kids? Doesn't really help, in my opinion (and also in the opinion of the several therapists that treat my burnout). What does help is understanding that it was fucked up how high those expectations were. What does help is learning the value of boundaries, friendships, small successes. If someone—if you—can't let go of a past like that, be compassionate.
'look at me...'
George Frederick Watts ('Orpheus and Eurydice'), Gregory Orr ('Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence'), Chloé Zhao ('Hamnet'), Edward Poynter ('Orpheus and Eurydice'), Ovid, tr. Rolfe Humphries ('Metamorphoses'), Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot ('Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld'), Kazimierz Wierzyński, tr. Czeslaw Milosz ('A Word of Orphists')
Detail of a gravestone, Lancashire (via ianduhlig)
