Lovely, I Spent At Least An Hour Bathing In The Moonlight. But My Boyfriend Accidentally Drank Most Of

Wow I've seen a lot of bad fucjing vests on the internet but this raises the fucking bar.

I want whoever made this to kill themselves lmao

i've never had such fake, shallow friendships as i have with white, liberal, "queer" friends. people i've supposedly been close with for years consistently left me on read when i texted them at 4am in hospital scared and alone with critically low sats because they didn't have the energy for emotional labour. you have to ask to vent, respect triggers, never ever traumadump, so real conversations are difficult because nobody wants to complain - unless, of course, it's related to identity somehow - you can say you had a bad day because your teacher is transphobic, but not because you had an argument at home or threw up or just didn't feel well - none of it comes from genuine concern but instead the rules and norms within your online community. constant reassurance, validation, knowing there's no possibility of a nuanced discussion on anything other than your approved safe topics. attempts at open communication feel sanitized and are laced with therapy-speak, not reflecting real human emotions, but "i sincerely apologize for crossing your boundaries" because it's ideologically wrong, the undertone is 'please don't make a callout on me', not 'i'm sorry', abuse and manipulation are wrong because they get you ostracised and put on blast publicly by your friendship group so any little disagreement comes with a flurry of reassurance that you aren't an abuser, and they still call you they/them behind your back, they still ask your other friends what they think of your opinion on ace discourse, have you crossed the line yet, can we cut you out yet, it's so fucking tiring and there's no space for real connection or humanity in all of it

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to be honest, just let aphrodite in. just open yourself to her. pray naked, adore your body regardless of standards, dance whenever you feel the need to, laugh or cry without excuses or do both at the same time! allow you to love yourself and feel her inside.

Tomorrow is national grilled cheese day, if anyone needed an excuse to try this

Been making grilled cheese with drippings instead of mayo lately. 10/10 experience. Whenever you drain meat while cooking something else, pour the excess fat into a container, label it with what spices etc are with it, and freeze. Chisel off small chunks and use in place of butter or oil in a frying pan for extra savory goodness. I used meatloaf mix drippings today (beef/pork mix, onion powder) and it added some nice pizzazz 🧀🍞

"Hey what do YOU believe?"

"Google has plenty of resources"

"Google can tell me everything except the thing I am asking you right now"

it's so telling that when people make ridiculous claims about radical feminists, we always respond to them with actual well written and thought out arguments and sources but if you ask a tra something like "do you have a source for this" "what do you mean by this" they immediately block you because they don't have an answer

How the world is divided between McDonald’s and Subway

“To fall in love with the world isn’t to ignore or overlook suffering, both human or otherwise. For me anyway, to fall in love with the world is to look up at the night sky and feel your mind swim before the beauty and the distance of the stars. It is to hold your children while they cry and watch the sycamore trees leaf out in June. When my breastbone starts to hurt, and my throat tightens and tears well in my eyes, I want to look away from feeling. I want to deflect with irony or anything else that will keep me from feeling directly. We all know how loving ends. But I want to fall in love with the world anyway, to let it crack me open. I want to feel what there is to feel while I am here.”

― John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

So imagine that the roads you drive on every day are filled with potholes that make commute unbearable. And imagine there are people with pickaxes who deliberately dig holes in the road. You're like isn't it awful that those potholes are there.

But then someone's like well some countries have mud roads, why complain. And another one's like the pickaxe wielders are only doing this because they're really sad and need a purpose in life. And another one's like those other drivers with big trucks don't feel anything so there really is no issue, buy shock absorbers. Another one's like actually the bumps in the road are comforting to me because they've been there my whole life, the roller coaster builds character.

Then the ones who do realise yeah there are holes in the road will talk about how bad it is but then they never bring up maybe stopping the pickaxers from digging the holes, or get some asphalt to fill them in, or build the roads better. And then when you do it's like whatttt that takes work. On second thought I feel bad for the pickaxers. Maybe we should start digging holes too, then we have control over where the holes are. Let's throw rocks at anyone who tries to stop them. And you feel like everyone else in the room is crazy and you're the only sane one, or vice versa, you can't tell anymore. That's what being a radical feminist feels like.

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