I Love How Many People There Are In The World People Who Pick Acres And Acres Of Fruit People Who Tame

Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol 

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The Barbie movie: The Ken's need to find who they are outside of pursuing Barbies, a clear allegory for how real life men should not define themselves by trying to attract a partner and building their personality around that, something that would be healthier and better for them overall

Misogynists: barbie movie is so anti-men :(( how could they do this :((((

If you fall for a social media prank, do you reblog/pass it on to your followers?

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Normalize hating the things you love. Normalize loving the things you hate. Existence is complicated, emotion is complicated. It doesn’t have to make sense, not to you nor to anyone else. Things can be objectively bad and make you happy. Things can be objectively good and make you sad. The only thing abstract concepts like “hate” and “love” are defined by is how brave you are, how willing you are to challenge the way that people use language, and the ways that emotions can oppose each other even within the same host.

My favorite show is, admittedly, awful. The writing is bad, the characters are bad, the art is bad, it’s awful. But in the same breath I say that, that it is so objectively terrible and that I hate to associate myself with it, I can say that I love it. It’s like a warm hug on a cold day and even if the source isn’t great, the warmth is, and I love it. Even things that hurt you, that you hate for hurting you, you can still love. I love the smell of cigarette smoke, it's warm and tangy and I’ve always loved the way fire smells in all of its forms. I hate the smell of cigarette smoke, it killed my grandma and still filled her room after she was gone, it almost killed my dad too.

I love that I’m figuring things out, that I’m trying to heal. I also hate it. I feel like a feral cat in an alley and even though I know the hands reaching for me are just trying to help, all I know how to deal with, anticipate, is harm. I love that I’m not in pain anymore, but I hate it at the same time because the pain is how I learned how to function. It was my motivation, my drive, and without it, without the stabbing fear in my chest, I don’t know how to motivate myself.

Hate and love are closer than most would like to admit, barely a hair’s breadth apart. I’ve heard, before, that the opposite of love isn’t hate, but rather apathy. After all, the opposite of strong feelings is no feelings, but I feel like that doesn’t do their closeness justice. It’s hard to describe, but both feel like drowning, just different. Love is peaceful, it still hurts but it’s willing, painful and pleasant, suicidal. Hate is anger, it’s thrashing in the water as you fight for your life, you don’t want to die but you’re not strong enough to break the surface. Both are painful, both can be deadly if you fall too deep, but from the outside both are the same.

Emotions are fickle things, even the strongest changing with the tides. When I’m with my friends I hate my parents and love myself, but when I’m with my parents I hate myself and love them. It’s complicated, and hard, but life wouldn’t be nearly as colorful if not painted with our emotions. I’m not sure why I wrote this, just, understanding I assume.

It’s me, I’m ace too!

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

Who are any of you?? I’m so confused… Love all of you tho!

I accidentally follow people so much on this site that i dont know who half the people on my dash are