Okay This Sums Up Why My Knee-jerk Response Is To Scroll Past Any Post Complaining About Capitalism At

I love my little brother so much

I had no intention to but thanks I guess

The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course

too funny to not reblog

i'm not a lesbian as far as i know and i already have a wife but thanks tumblr

no thoughts. head empty. just living in the moment.

OOHHH FUUBLBLBLBLB

creating art for a loved one is so beautiful from the Christian perspective because imagine knowing someone and the only way you can express your love for them is "yes, I will emulate God."

this sounds so stupid and naive but I think a lot of problems wrong with our society could be fixed if we tried to understand each other, regardless of what we feel about the other sides beliefs. Only by recognizing the divides between us can we come to cross them

Serious Rant

Sorry I have to rant real quick because this bothers me so much, not to mention it makes me sick.

TW// Topics of abuse, swearing

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Why is it that male domestic abuse victims don’t nearly get as much attention as female?!

Seriously, did you know that about 40% or more of domestic violence victims are men? I bet you didn’t, because it’s constantly overshadowed by the 60% of female victims. I know 40% doesn’t sound like a lot, but god it pisses me off how much male victims are brushed off in favor for females.

Lemme make something clear: every victim, no matter their gender, race or religion, is valid. This blatant ignorance of this has to stop.

Oh, and to the uneducated ones who say it’s victim blaming to blame the female perpetrators? Please… open. Your f*cking. Eyes! If someone is abused, the gender should not be the first priority. It should be the situation and trying to find a solution to help the victim!

Basically, what I’m trying to say is that this sort of mentality is not only kind of misandrist, but also really damaging. This sort of thinking can make male victims feel like they don’t matter, which is a load of bullsh*t! Male victims are victims too, and telling them “you’re a man” and to “suck it up” is not helpful. It’s just pushing the narrative that they don’t matter. They are no less of men than they were before. And if anything, the mere act of speaking up about their experience is incredibly brave..

My point still stands that this sort of thing should be addressed. Male victims are just as important as female victims. Please remember this. And to all the male domestic violence victims out there, who are too scared to speak out…

You are not alone. There will always be someone who will listen to you. Please… just hold on…

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit off brand for me, but I had to get this off my chest because it makes me sad and angry at the same time.

went to the gym with a pretty girl. haven't stopped thinking about pretty girl all day. want to go to the gym again with her tomorrow. it wasn't a date, the most touching we did was when i taught her how to properly dap. it wasn't a date, only the reason i woke up anxious and early in the morning and counted down the hours till i was ready to leave. it wasn't a date, it was just a hangout, just a quick couple of push ups and a breakfast together.

it wasn't a date, it wasn't a date, it wasn't a date.

I'm terrified of turning her into an object, into some puppet for my mind to blow out of proportion. I refuse to lust over her, all I can think about are her eyes and her smile and her voice and her future. I'm desperate to get to know her deeper, to know all her ins and outs and hopes and fears and dreams and desires and how to make them her every day. I refuse to simp over her, keeping in mind she has her own life outside of mine, remembering that she's a human with flaws and problems and insecurities just like everyone else.

I went to the gym with a girl, not a goddess.

Yet my heart just yearns to worship.

God help me to not.