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400+ people were killed in gaza last night.

I was gonna make a post that's like 'casual racism implies the existence of ranked competitive racism" but then I realized ranked competitive racism is just the U.S. presidential election

they need to invent retractable boobs for nonbinary people (me)

I think if the earth stopped spinning time would stop. because of days etc.

hey if you're ever bored go read conservapedia. every article gets more deranged as you keep reading and it's truly an experience.

here is the conservapedia article on chess for example:

and before you ask, conservapedia is NOT satire, AND it was originally created because one guy couldn't get creationism to replace evolution on wikipedia.

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 

fun fact: in the 70s, Sesame Street parodied Goncharov as "Gotcha-Clock", in a segment designed to teach telling time

playing spot the newcomer is easy because they’re the mfs who censor everything

No offense but the internet gives you the most wrong and fucked up idea of helping people because people get mad if you don't care about disasters happening in 72 countries, meanwhile the people in real life that are doing the most good picked one VERY SPECIFIC thing to care about and care about it REALLY HARD

YES PLEASE

LIKE TO CHARGE, REBLOG TO CAST

I actually enjoy celebs being here. You only thrive if you don't try.

Madonna is on here. Her posts get like, 60 notes. Is she trying to make it anything more than a feed/extension of her Insta, though? Nah. She's just here. You want to see a Madonna thing? You can find it.

Neil shares thoughts and answers questions when the whim takes him, billions-deep ask box.

Ryan Reynolds will thrive if he's just...that guy reblogging gifsets of himself like "haha you guys are creative".

Not to be cringe on main but you just have to be...not a glossy product of yourself, to maintain some kind of comfortable nook and easy back-and-forth with the userbase. When it works for the people it works for, it's quite enjoyable for everyone involved.

Like we've all known for years Hozier is SOMEWHERE around here, just reblogging pictures of moss. You go, you moss-collecting cryptid man.

They’re dating, your honor

Everyone joking about “scaring off the twitters” and “firing shots into the air to keep rent low” but few doing their part. Post homestuck.

it’s a small thing but something i’ve noticed about Witch From Mercury is that this is probably the highest amount of plus-sized women i’ve seen in a single anime

I have ADHD so I’m immune to podcast

lmao elon posted that crying anime woman meme and the mangaka behind it demanded he pay them a billion dollars for the licensing

Musings About Being Addicted To Sadness

TW: depression, addiction, suicide

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Addiction runs in my family. Alcohol is the big one but drugs and food are as well. I managed to dodge the alcoholism because I could never get the taste for it. Unfortunately, I find myself addicted to sadness. To misery. I crave it. I intentionally do things to make myself sad or wallow in my feelings when sad things happen. I shop for misery on the internet and I savor it in my mind until I'm nothing but a heap on my bed silently weeping into the night until I just fall asleep.

I feel a relief from sadness akin to the feeling of a painkiller finally kicking in. It's just a wash of peace. I feel at home in it. And that scares me. Part of me is screaming to do something. Dance. Sing. Talk. Run around. Do something -- Anything -- to make it stop so I don't barrel toward something dangerous. But god, I am addicted.

It pulls me in and holds onto me and feels like a warm blanket. The way it blocks me from joy and from life feels like protection. It feels like it's encouraging me to just sleep. Rest. All I ever need is rest. Even if my eyes are tired and dry from crying every few hours. Even if my belly aches from hunger from refusing food. Even if my heart burns from the lack of water. Even if I'm dying. I don't care. Why would I? Dying is the the ultimate form of peace, right? The long silence. The sleep that doesn't end. How could that not be enticing? When you're dead, there's no need for hunger. No need for water. No need for tears. You just rest. You don't have to face yourself or the morbid world ever again. Why wouldn't I want it?

Eventually I always feel better. I look back on the way I wallowed and I feel silly for it. I've felt real, true pain before but I didn't feel it just now so why did it consume me just the same? Then it rears its ugly head again, "You're so stupid for feeling sad over nothing. You have nothing to be sad about and you're throwing a pity party. You're pathetic. The only reason you should feel sad is because you're a whiny insignificant girl who constantly cries wolf on her own brain."

It tries to suck me back in. Usually it succeeds. Sometimes it doesn't. On those good days where it doesn't, I realize it's too late. I've already wasted the day away. I've already cursed myself with a nausea that food can't fix. I've exhausted myself to the point where I'll never sleep that night. I've alienated a loved one who only wanted to help. And all I can do is apologize and hope I haven't finally pushed them to the point of not caring anymore. I can't blame them for not caring. You can only care so much about someone who isn't helping themselves.

I try so hard to improve. I go to the therapist. I take the meds. I read the self help books. I do the worksheets. I meditate or exercise when I have the energy but the progress is so slow that that blanket will slide back over me to tell me to rest. It's too much energy. I'll never get better. And I either have to let it comfort me in its own twisted, life-draining way, or I have to use the last of my energy to shove it off. I wish I could burn the blanket. I wish I could rip it to shreds. I wish I could throw it in the dirt and bury it.

But I can't. I need it.

And I hate it so very much that I do.

A fun fact is that there are exactly zero cases of any US child ever being killed by Halloween candy that has been tampered with by a stranger, but the myth is so widespread that news stations report on it every single year, simply assuming the fact that it is talked about means that it has happened before. A reference with no referent. But making people needlessly terrified of the other people they live near is how the local news makes most of its money anyway so what’s a little lie once a year

Genuinely the current political climate is fucking abysmal people have gotten so weird and pearl-clutchy about sex that they get frightened when sexuality is celebrated at gay pride and somehow we've regressed past the "equating women to uteruses is bad what if we didn't treat people like breeding stock" stage of feminism from like, the 1920s. In an effort to get a #win against trans people or something?? So that's cool

Light-Up and UV Shoes // Kayla Stojek

hello?!?

I’ve been teaching myself how to properly 3D model this week with meshes (the 3D stuff I usually make is just made up of many separate ‘brush strokes’) and here’s the progress so far! all of this was created in VR with Gravity Sketch

I hope to get her animated and then in a Halloween Candy shop by the end of the month 🍭🎃

继续尝试。

Pathetic Gamer dudes: *Crying about the Thor design, ignoring how not only is it more accurate to the Norse Myths, but is a body that actually looks strong and badass; like a Strongman competitor*

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