rabioheab:

my daily routine

• wake up (8 am)
• cry (8:30 am – 12 pm)
• listen to “sexyback” on loop (12 pm – 7 pm)
• punch a hole in the wall and patch it up (7 pm – 7:30 pm)
• sleep (8 pm)

awed-frog:

rhymeswspinach:

just-shower-thoughts:

Maybe medieval people happened upon a T-Rex fossil and came to a relatively logical conclusion that dragons existed.

I’ve read a couple books on this actually, thats exactly what happened. Also cyclops are from looking at bones from a certain type of baby elephant. The giant note hole and tiny eyes made it look like a single eye.

Yep, can confirm! And what’s even funnier to me is that back in the dark ages, Greek people used to find a lot of prehistoric bear skeletons – and those look exactly like human skeletons, except they’re like eight feet tall or something – so they naturally assumed those were the heroes of legend, and made armour and clothes for them and reburied them with the most splendid and sacred religious ceremonies they could think of? Fast forward five centuries, Athens’ all modern and rational, philosophers and scientists aren’t taking any shit from anyone – but the problem is, people will randomly find graves containing giant-ass warriors, so that’s something that can’t be explained away and yeah, demigods were a thing and yeah, they used to be eight feet tall and sorry I don’t make the rules.

spaffy-jimble:

he emerges from the deep

swamp thing

cocacolacrewneck:

I’m slowly coming to terms with the homophobia I have experienced in my own life and family. I was fooled, as I believe many are, to believe the myth that homophobia can only take form in blatant insults and hatred. I now know that it takes many forms.

My coming out as lesbian was complicated for me due to my history of abuse and compulsory heterosexuality. When I first came out, I told my mother I was bisexual, to which she responded that it “made sense I wanted the farthest thing from him” (my abuser.) and that I would “eventually have to choose men or women.” This is insulting on many levels, not only invalidating my sexuality, but continuing to speak of my life and actions as under the control of my abuser, as well as insulting my character by suggesting I was using my partner and not truly interested in her as an individual. Not to mention how biphobic it is, despite the fact that I do now identify as lesbian, it is obvious that she would not “accept me no matter what” as she claims.

The reaction shocked me. I thought, but my family is sooo accepting!!! I was taught to treat everyone equally, and that gay was ok!!! But what a lie that was. I was taught that gay was okay, sure. But I wasn’t taught this in the scope that I could be gay- or anyone in my family for that matter. I was taught that gay was something you were born knowing, something I wasn’t and couldn’t be. It wasn’t something we really talked about either; it never went further than surface level. Again, “of course we accept it, no questions asked.” But I do have a few questions.

• Why wasn’t I talked to about homosexuality as a child? Why, when I asked what lesbian meant, was I met with “Where did you hear that?” as if lesbian was a dirty, nasty word a sweet innocent child like me shouldn’t be overhearing or repeating?
• Why, when I came out, did so many reply that they “always knew” or that it “made sense,” when none had ever spoken to me about it before? Why, when my grandfather called my mother to discuss his suspicions about my sexuality, did neither approach me directly to talk about it?
• Why did I not know my that my uncle was gay until after he committed suicide? If we all accepted him, supported him, loved him, why did you hide this from your children, and why did he feel he needed to hide it as well?
• Why, when I was a child, preteen, and teen, at a time I was feeling quite different from the other girls my age, uncomfortable with boys, crushes, and sexuality, quoted over and over again to say “I just don’t like boys” – why was I constantly beraded with questions and messages like “Do you have a boyfriend?” “How many boyfriends do you have?” “Do you have a boyfriend yet?” “You must get so much attention from all the boys at school.” “Which boy do you like? Come on, you have to like someone.”

Please, stop teaching your children that gay is only okay for other people, for men, for gold stars, for adults. Stop teaching your children that gay is okay but should be hidden. Stop being false allies while directly contributing to the culture of compulsory heterosexuality and homophobia. Stop teaching your children that they need to be sexualized. Stop teaching your children that there is something wrong with them if they are not defined by others. Stop equating acceptance with shame.

burrgeoisie:

ignescent:

lokahjarta:

herlobster:

gowns:

lower-income people tend to be “hoarders” and richer people are able to do more “minimalist” living spaces. if u don’t have much, you will hold onto any little thing that comes across your way. you got a new tv, but you still keep the old tv because you know things can break. you keep extra boxes of macaroni and cheese lying around because there will be a week when you don’t have money for groceries. you hold onto your stacks of books and clothes for dear life. those are your assets. physical evidence of where your money’s gone. it’s hard to get rid of it. the bare wall is terrifying when you don’t have much.

Fuck. This makes so much sense and explains so much about me. I must have inherited this from my mum.

so I’d normally put this in the tags but it’s kind of a lot so just reblog this from OP to skip my commentary. But I dogsit for a family who is clearly LOADED. Their house is immaculate. High, vaulted ceilings, wood flooring, two chandeliers in one room. These things are fancy, right ?? I really don’t know, anything that isn’t tile or 30 year old carpet seems fancy to me. It also so… bare. Everything is organized perfectly, they have no excess. Their decor is extravagant and yet minimal – it is carefully and precisely executed. Nothing that doesn’t match the aesthetic sits in their living room. I tried to replicate some of it, but it’s just not possible. I have every book I’ve ever owned, my mom keeps papers upon papers, VHSs in a dresser, how do you just get rid of these things when you know you may not have the opportunity to buy them again? How must it feel to live in such orderly quarters where everything is replaceable?

This really locked into my brain when I was reading one of the declutter your space things and it suggested getting rid of duplicate highlighters and pens. /Pens/. It suggested that you needed one or two working pens, so if you had extra you should get rid of them. That was when I realized minimalist living was /innately/ tied to having spare money, because the idea was, of course you just went out and bought the single replacement thing whenever the first thing broke. You obv. Had the time and money to only ever hold what you needed that moment, because you could always buy more later.

there’s a nice article titled “minimalism is just another boring product wealthy people can buy” by Chelsea Fagan which i feel addressed lots of my problems with minimalism, you can read it [here]

ot3:

listen anyone can call themselves queer if that’s what they want to do that doesnt effect me at all but if you call me a queer person instead of a lesbian or a gay woman i will come to your house and pull out all the copper wiring like i’m de-boning a fish