Latest Posts by menergy - Page 6

What’s the point of grinding to the bone your whole life for money if you aren’t even gonna be there to spend it…

I need him so bad it’s unreal

Why do we as a society keep coming back to sex jokes?

Penis blast hilarious

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Meao-ixuí teeth concepts

i miss when everyone had a giant, ancient family computer that required family know-how to operate. like you’d go to a friends house and you guys would try to play club penguin or whatever and before you turned it on your friend would be like “oh, before you start up, unplug the mouse four times and kiss the top of the monitor, or the screen will only display in black and white” and you’d just say “ok” and try to pretend their computer wasn’t some kind of evil death machine that smelled like smoke when you ran too many programs

Haeresis

Erik Olson (Canadian, b. 1982, Calgary, Alberta, Canada) - Tigers in the Night, 2011, Paintings: Oil on Canvas

live in peace

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tears of the longing to be understood

Ron Cobb’s semiotic standards for the 1979 classic Alien

Shapeshifter who gets horribly grotesque and mutilated when flustered

length of a weasel…… face of a weasel…. heart? also of a weasel

You over Her [not as a body but as a steeple]

Dante, Vergil and Beatrice - lost by Siegfried Zademack

she xerx on my xes till i AUGH

hybrids <3

reintroducing endangered manticore cubs to the wild

(rearing costume necessary to avoid imprinting)

the idea that your friends won't like you if you're too weird is wrong for example one time I told a friend whenever I was losing my mind I laid down on the floor under my desk and stared at it until I was better and next time she visited me she taped a bag of salami snacks to the underside of my desk with a message saying "going insane all by yourself, handsome?" which I only saw months later when I had a breakdown. that's friendship.

someday i am going to have a windows XP crash so bad when they boot me back up i will have corrupted every single program except Paint

it's been said before and i'm sure said better than i can phrase it. but really, really - if you like making "i'm going to kill myself" jokes, please try switching to being ironically conceited instead.

anytime something goes wrong, say things like "ah well at least i'm beautiful and charming and everyone loves me." when you forget something, try "my big huge brain is so smart and thinking about too many other very big wizardly thoughts you wouldn't even understand." when you're frustrated by one of your symptoms, start talking like you're in My Immortal. "Life has come for me but my eyes are beautiful pools of gorgeous fire and my hair is amazing. I stuck my middle finger up at life and told it to fuck off and it did."

just... try it for a month or two. try saying the most absurdly self-congratulatory shit you can think of.

i know it's tempting to make suicide or self-harm jokes. and for me at least, a decade ago (!) when someone suggested i stop making those kinds of jokes, i was kind of at a loss for what to replace them with. i wanted to make light of these moments, but genuinely (at the time) my first thought really was suicidal ideation. there was a part of me that even felt like ... i was kind of "making light" of that voice. that if i could say i want to die lol, it would help take the sting out of that genuine (albeit passive) desire. like i could turn my illness into a joke.

when i started complimenting myself instead, it felt awkward and stupid. it felt really, really ironic. what i was actually saying was nobody would ever think this stuff about me, that's what makes it so fucking funny.

but. the effect was immediate. first thing i noticed was the people around me. when i dropped a glass and said ah my skin is too beautiful and sleek the glass has swooned and broken for me, other people were suddenly overjoyed to jump in with the joke. rather than making an awkward moment, we'd both start cracking up. ah princess sleek hands, i've heard of you.

i was 19. i hadn't noticed i'd been making others tense when i said i want it all to end. i know now that it's incredibly hard to know how to walk that moment - do you talk to them about your concern? do you potentially make them uncomfortable by asking if they're okay? do you ignore the situation? do you help them pick up the glass, or do they need to do it by themselves? are they genuinely made suicidal over this small moment? and most importantly, how do you - without professional training or supplies - actually help?

most people want to help you pick up the glass in your life, they just have no fucking idea how to do it. they don't want to make anything worse. they don't want to make assumptions about you. they love you, they're scared for you - and being scared makes people kind of freeze up. it's not because they don't love you. it's because they do.

now when something bad happens, my first thought is how can i make a stupid joke about this. it isn't my brain saying you're a dumb fucking bitch. i spend more time laughing. i spend more time being gentle with myself. i spend more time feeling good.

and the thing is - what's kind of funny - is that you'd be surprised by how many people agree with you. the first time i said i'm too pretty to understand that, someone else said to be fair you're the prettiest person in this room. i promise - you really don't know how kindly your friends see you. but they love you for a reason. they sort of reverse-velveteen-rabbit you. your weird and ugly spots fade away and you just become... the love they want to give you.

go love yourself ironically. the worst thing that happens is that you end up tricking your reflection into actually loving you.

People in the BDSM and kink communities are the only people who are normal about sex, actually, and we should all learn from them.

I think everyone should familiarise themselves with the theory for such key concepts as consent, rejecting a sexual practice for yourself without judging it morally for others, sub drop and how it can happen even in the most vanilla sexual encounters, and aftercare and how it’s often needed in even the most vanilla sexual encounters (but often treated as a joke and something to ridicule).

otherworldly cowboys. they're boyfriends btw

sometimes you listen to an orchestra and you’re like maybe the magic i stopped believing in when i was eleven does exist in some form