MothMan

Eli he/him/it ・22 ʕº̫͡ºʔ・vegan 🍄・autistic ・ Artist ・this app is my safe space <3 ・18+ acc light TW ・dms open - search "digital art" in my tags for my work :3

[youfxckingpigs]

You're gonna have to learn to live with this

[ravioliet]

god's weakest soldier is scrolling tumblr instead of being productive or participating in any of their hobbies

[wifegideonnav]

“bits to use in everyday conversations”

[thedreadpiratecam]

microdosing hell by being awake and literate

[avpdvoidspace]

Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.

And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.

It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.

[savouryduck]

when I was in high school, I overheard two older students talking about a friend of theirs.

One of them said something like, "it doesn't bother me that [Friend] was in residential mental health treatment, I just wish they wouldn't talk about it ALL the time".

The other replied, "Well, that was all of last year for them. So when they say 'when I was in treatment,' it's like when you say 'last year'."

I try to remember that any time someone says something that sounds Shocking to me. sometimes one person's scary special crisis is another person's last year.

[bunger2004]

sniffsnifffsniffffffff

[mmilhouse]

goodbye $200 helloooo 3 groceries

[inbabylontheywept]

there is a stripper pole in my attic. i saw it in a dumpster one day, and i went, shit, this is exactly the kind of thing my wife would want. and i didnt really want it in the house, what with it being a used stripper pole lightly seasoned with dumpster juice, but i mentally decided that if she were to see it and ask for it, i would say she could have it, and then sure enough, later that evening, she went soooo baaaaaaaabs there's this thing by the dumpster and i want it but i get it if you don't want it in the house but i have to show it to you- and i went, no you dont, you can have the pole, and that was the most surprised i have ever made her look. even compared to the day when i proposed to her, which she was prepared enough that we both knew she would say yes, and she could also get her hair done up and have a cute outfit, but not so prepared that she was not fucking flabbergasted by the 12 empty decoy ringboxes i sprung on her. i handed her so many decoy ring boxes that day. still one of the funniest things i've ever done to her.

anyway we like pacing around together and ranting in the attic but sometimes instead of pacing one of us will just hang on the pole and spin, and the other person will watch on the beanbag, which makes for these really goofy conversations where the person on the bag will say something that gets the other persons goat, such as, hypothetically, that xylophones do not belong in rock music, and then the other person will go on a tirade about this, but they'll actually only be facing the Hot Take Speaker half of the time, what because of the pole, so the response will sound something like

I can't believe

you would even suggest such

a stupid opinion. You've

been to a Danny Elfman

concert! How can you

have heard Oingo Boingo

live and say with a straight face

that they alone do not justify

rock and roll xylophones

and then that person will continue until they get too dizzy, then they'll get off the pole, and by unspoken agreement, the person on the bag will get up and trade places with them to deliver their rebuttal while also spinning and it just creates this sort of crazy strip-court lawyers debating absolute nonsense for no reason kind of vibe that frankly just really does it for us.

i don't really have any marriage advice for this i guess its just a look at what being married can look like. i thought that being married would involve a lot more stuff like carving the turkey, or barbecuing, or watching the sunset, and if id known how much time it would involve arguing for xylphones in rock music while spinning upside down i might have prepared for it a little differently.

[coldbrewpup]

being a dork and making your girlfriend laugh is worth a sillyion dollars

[evelily-deactivated20260503]

I think the thing that hurts so deeply about the constant purging of trans women is just how many of them are likely being nuked quietly.

So often, we only usually hear about the big accounts that get nuked, the ones who are outspoken. But we so rarely hear about the smaller accounts who get nuked for the simple crime of existing while transfem.

Losing their accounts, losing however much history, not having enough reach to find their mutuals. Being unable to make the connections they once had.

Just completely fallen through the cracks, it tears me up.

[freakoutgirl]

perhaps. i do want to be loved. unfortunate.

[mr-mistyeyed]

would u still love me if i were stuck in a cycle i've never been able to break

[clevermanka]

🍁 Xavier 🍁 (@xavierck.com)

Here are 543 images (1.5GB) of items at the Philadelphia Museum of Art arms and armor exhibit You're free to use them for anything, even c

[the-ocean-is-trans]

casual reminder that this museum has their entire collection digitized and available free for public use: https://art.thewalters.org/ and they have armor/weapons there

[anglaised]

i bring a sort of “everyone should have pain killers” vibe to healthcare convos that the “we hate addicts” average citizen doesnt like

[undying-princess]

knowing how it tends to go with male authors and their wives it was probably marge who wrote the odyssey

[fairycosmos]

i really don’t have the time to be the way i am

[curingourhearts]

choosing to have hobbies regardless of whether you are good at them or not is so important. you don't live to do things well. you live TO live. that is the joy of life, living, enjoying, experiencing. what does it matter if you can't draw the way others expect you to? what if you can't sing like the others or dance or move like them. so what if you don't look like them? you don't live for their opinion, you live for your own enjoyment