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bigmarx
if karl marx was real he could beat you up, effortlessly. karl marx could rip your little twig body asunder
i have like half a foot on him and know all of his weaknesses
Let's extend that to things other than people as well.
Don't pressure anyone into anything they don't want.
Normalize disliking people and avoiding them without starting a conflict and insisting that they're bad people. You don't actually need to be able to call someone toxic and abusive in order to justify that you're not vibing with them.
What's the robot up to this time
If you’re looking for a mind fuck, try this one
Oh, goody... [large corporation] is destroying [a natural feature]
Watch "Ozzy Osbourne "Mama, I'm Coming Home" (Larkin Poe Cover)" on YouTube
May have posted this before but fuck it we're doing it again
Watch "Ozzy Osbourne "Mama, I'm Coming Home" (Larkin Poe Cover)" on YouTube
May have posted this before but fuck it we're doing it again
Awesome music!
I wouldn’t call myself quirky but there is definitely something wrong with me
Love this! Her pieces are dope af.
Kurt Vonnegut wrote: “When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.
And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”
And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”
And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.”
I've never seen disparaged Victorian children to adopt... surely there are some in this day and age?
Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*
My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.
I'm gonna make this crystal clear to you
let me be perfectly clear
Do you support minor self diagnosis?
I started cracking my knuckles in fifth grade. My parents asked me why, and I told them it made the pain go away. My parents told me that I was too young for my joints to hurt, and that I would ruin them if I kept cracking them.
By the time was fourteen or fifteen and entering high school, I hadn’t stopped cracking my knuckles. The hurt more, and the relief was more. I was convinced that I had arthritis.
My parents told me that I was too young to have arthritis.
Fast forward thirty seven years when my joints take a dive and I cannot even get out of bed on some days. I take chemo therapy pills twice a week, and I have two injections of chemotherapy ever four months. I have to take two medications every day just to manage the pain the chemotherapy doesn’t cover.
This at least allows me to get out of bed and on most days it allows me to go to school. It doesn’t make the pain go away, and on bad days I want to cry it gets so bad.
The diagnosis? Early Onset Rheumatoid Arthritis.
It went unchecked for twenty five years, my immune system eating away at my joints like a buffet even though I wanted to go to the doctor from day one.
If I had gone to the doctor and I had been wrong - they found nothing - well, we would have been out a few bucks for the doctor’s visit.If I was right - and I was right - I would have been treated for 20 years.
If I had gone to the doctor on my insistence that I had arthritis at fifteen, I would not be in pain today. This would have been treated twenty years go.
Do I support minor self diagnosis?
Yes. Absolutely.
I would rather a minor self diagnose and be wrong than a minor ignore their body and suffer for 20 years like me. No one is harmed by listening to a minor and taking their concerns seriously. But that minor might be harmed for the rest of their life you ignore them.
My choice is always to listen to the minors about their bodies.
The Hague, Netherlands: Spanish street musician Borja Catanesi and the 68 year old dancer from The Hague mr Roland Parijs
“You often feel tired, not because you’ve done too much, but because you’ve done too little of what sparks a light in you.”
— Unknown
This is the comedy police
Stop what you're doing
Nintendo Wii logo exploration, NCL 2007 Company Book
Really makes you wonder what may have happened 🤔
I have so much love and respect for women who are honest about their own loneliness but also find the good in it like when audrey hepburn said “I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel” and when charlotte bronte said “I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself” and when jenny slate said “I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am. But that’s why I want to do comedy, and why I want to connect with people. You can use that ribbon to be a part of a finer tapestry, or you can choke yourself out with it! Your choice!” and when mary oliver said “whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things”
in that mood where nothing I look at to read is quite the thing I want but not quiiiiite irked enough about it to write it my damn self
No cops at Pride, just Elton John with his Gucci shirt and a knife
slieve league cliffs, ireland