there might be no permanent state of the self but those bitches were still you! show them some kindness, they were trying and living how they thought they should even if you wouldn’t want to go back to them
I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.
Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.
The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.
I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.
she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”
it sounds ridiculously obvious now, but one of the best pieces of writing advice i’ve ever received is that most of the time, a character’s flaws are also their strengths.a smart person might have trouble admitting they’re wrong, or break down when they don’t know how to solve something; a practical, capable person might lack emotional intelligence. a determined person might be so focused on their goals that they neglect their friends and ignore anything “superfluous” (i.e. they don’t notice minor details that turn out to be important later on). kindness can become naivety; open-mindedness can become centrism; confidence can become arrogance. sometimes it’s tempting to just reach into a grab bag of positive and negative traits and sprinkle them in at random, but it’s much better to instead isolate the things you like about your character and take those traits to the logical extreme.
Why is salt good for exorcism and banishing and all that jazz?
Well you see, way back in the day people knew jack-all about germs and microbes and for all they knew it was evil spirits that got into their food and made it go a-spoil.
They Noticed and Observed that when you soaked food in a Lot of Salt, food stayed good longer. So that meant that the salt was keeping the bad spirits out.
Now, tossing around salt and making salt circles makes for dramatic rituals, sure. But I think we all know that some entities are just powerful bastards and need some extra oomph to get them out of the damn house.
You know what is more potent than salt at killing bacteria and germs?
Bleach.
You know what’s really good for just killing all kinds of stuff very dead?
Medical autoclaves.
Now I understand that not all of you have access to autoclaves, but I understand that a good pressure cooker can also do for sterilization. So therefore, I propose that if you have yourself a haunted doll or something that isn’t reponding to the usual methods, a wash with chlorine might be in order; and if that doesn’t to the job, a visit to the Insta-Pot might teach the bastard who’s boss around here.
(Of course there might not be much of a doll left but it wasn’t like you needed to keep it around, anyway.)
✨✨Naughty Haunted Dolls✨✨
Go Into
The Autoclave
This post makes me absolutely lose my shit bc I’m a biomedical research lab tech and. The entire time I’ve been referring to giving equipment/tools/etc a deep clean AS EXORCISING THEM
Meanwhile, in my cultures, going out of your way to feed somebody who isn’t hungry is like 72% of what motivates Jewish and Indian grandmothers to live.
“But what if he just ate?”
My guy, you could have just had an almost identical meal at your house 15 minutes prior, and a Jewish or Indian grandmother will literally say “Yes, but it wasn’t mybrisket/biryani/etc.” If somebody else made it, it doesn’t even count.
one of my favourite things about my boyfriend is that he’s 6'4 but convincedhe is a normal sized person and this does not constitute “tall”
once, if not twice, a week the card game shop he plays digimon at upload a top-4 photo best described as “gandalf and the hobbits” and every time he is genuinely baffled as to why he looks like that
told him i made this post and he’s still insistent that he isn’t tall
bf: i’m not tall! i feel like everyone i see is around the same height as me. like people in the street
me: they aren’t
bf: but i can see their faces! if i’m looking at their faces they must be the same height
me: you’re looking down slightly babe
bf: why would i do that
me: because you’re tall
incidentally the fact i am 5'5 also comes as a shock to him at least once a day and then he inevitably asks if i’m “normally that short”
if you lean in real close you can hear his singular brain cell bouncing around like a windows screensaver
Has your boyfriend got his eyesight checked? Bc when I don’t wear my glasses I’m nice and close to the ground but when I do it’s HOLY SHIT WHY AM I THIS TALL, I’M AFRAID OF HEIGHTS, HELP ME time and it’s genuinelly terrifying.
he wears glasses he’s just dumb
update to this post from yesterday:
bf: apparently only 7% of people are over 6’ tall me:yes……..? bf: that isn’t very many. am i tall? me: i cannot believe we are having this discussion again. yes. you are tall. you are still tall. you were tall yesterday. you will be tall tomorrow bf: oh my god i’m tall aren’t i me: my love the netherlands is the tallest country in the world and even there average male height is 6’ 0.5". you are tall by “kingdom of giants” standards, even. but we live on “shortarse island”, so… bf: AM i tall though me: you are 6ft 4
I’ve noted before that my favorite punchline on Tumblr is “hang on, gotta look something up/okay that’s funny.”
Let me explain why:
It is a way to say “I don’t get it” without blaming the joke or the teller.
It is a tacit admission of ignorance without shame or judgement.
It assumes responsibility for acquiring the knowledge the respondent doesn’t already have.
It cues other people who Don’t Get It to do the look-up themselves, allowing them to get that full impact of Getting It without derailing the post with explanations.
It gives subsequent readers, whether or not THEY got the joke, a little frisson of good feelings when they realize that someone else is now In On The Joke.
It not only makes the original joke funnier, it gets funnier the more often it’s used.
at this point i’m just wishing I’d enjoy drawing. several of my projects are just sitting around, untouched, because i lack the motivation to do anything.
at least i tried to sketch my fav (he’s mocking me)
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