why is this like an infographic about dysphoria
Why does Snoopy AVE A KNOIFE?

why is this like an infographic about dysphoria
Why does Snoopy AVE A KNOIFE?
It's not that I think a person, entrusted with control over their own body, could never make the wrong decision, I just think that any entity entrusted with control over someone else's body is definitely going to make wronger decisions
[ID: The Castiel "I love you" meme. On top is a man saying "I love you." On the bottom is another man edited to say "Illinois is the first state in the US to ban book banning." /end ID]
source:
"[Gov J.B.] Pritzker signed a bill into law on Monday to prohibit libraries from banning books, saying it’s the only one of its kind in the country."
"The association’s Library Bill of Rights states that reading materials “should not be proscribed or removed because of partisan or doctrinal disapproval” or “excluded because of the origin, background, or views of those contributing to their creation.”"
John Green
OH GOD I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS AT ALL.
This is from The Fault in Our Stars, in which Augustus’s family hang Live/Laugh/Love-like calligraphic quotations on their walls. Hazel and Augustus make fun of these quotations because they simplify/essentialize complexities of suffering and injustice. The whole point of this is that these quotes won't suffice, because Hazel and Gus are looking for the kinds of meaning that can withstand the reality of suffering (and, eventually, the finality of it).
So yeah. Okay. I'll probably delete this later.
It always drives me crazy when something a character says in a book is quoted as if the author said it.
I mean, they did. Every story is the author saying something through their character.
I can write a story where a guy says "fuck trees I hate them we should cut them all down" does that mean that this represents my opinions? No
Hate hate hate how when I get angry there is a physical reaction but it's not glowing eyes or growing claws or something it's crying. This feels unfair.
whatever dude
please tell me how umbreon is between a dog and a mollusk
my friend went to new york and this is the only photo he sent me
I am asking you to endure it.
I am aware that this request is fundamentally selfish. I can offer no justification for it, no argument in its favor. It is simply the outcome I desire to see the most. So I am asking you
like literally smoking from the engine
white and you smell pancakes? it’s the coolant. panic and pull over, but you’ll live
a slight blue tinge? it’s the oil. panic and pull over, but you’ll live
grey, looks like fire smoke? gasoline; the most combustable and dangerous. pull over and leave the vehicle, pray.
sharing because i didn’t know this when my car started smoking white yesterday and i was so afraid for my life.
Reblogging because a dear friend of my Moms with mechanic experience told me the same thing when I got my license.
White or blue, you’ll pull through. But if it’s gray, get away.
it feels like the people who are actually sad about the submersible are being more disrespectful than people actively making fun of it. what the fuck do you mean people are writing fanfictions of what they thought happened inside ☠☠☠
DUDE WHAT?????
tomfoolery at an all time high
we are so fucking back baby
i love that you can get high off of nutmeg and it fucking sucks so you get videos like this
Omg so I did a project on nutmeg highs for a college level psychopharmacology class one time. It’s my favorite project ever.
Some highlights about nutmeg (might not be perfectly up to date but we’re accurate as of the early 2010s):
There are only 2 known fatalities attributed to “overdoses” on nutmeg. One of them was an 8 year old boy in the 1800s who ate several grams….. To treat him, the doctors injected a combination of brandy (yes, the liquor), a smidge of cocaine, and some other highly questionable substances I don’t remember the exact details of. (May edit this post later to add them). After the “treatment,” he died. Was it the nutmeg that killed him or the (literal) cocktail straight to the blood that could perhaps kill a grown man? The world may never know.
Update: it was 14 grams, and in 1908.
The dose of nutmeg needed to get high is approximately 5 grams. The toxic (NOT lethal, toxic just means ‘starts to make you feel some degree of very sick’) is also 5 grams. This means that in basically every instance in which a person successfully uses nutmeg to get high, they also feel very ill. Most people report nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain, at the very least.
The nutmeg community is WILD. Part of my project required that I quote actual users from testimony somewhere online. The stories I read were so absurd that they still live in my head rent-free almost a decade later. Every single story (except ONE, see below) were indeed tales of utter misery.
One was a guy who ate 10g of nutmeg before his sister’s wedding. He reported that the wedding was “not very enjoyable” as “the cake tasted like dirt” and dancing felt like “being a puppet pulled poorly and roughly around by a bad marionette.”
Another reported doing nutmeg and becoming convinced he had destroyed his brain. He said he stared out the window of his second floor apartment and “looked down at the other people, the normal people, the ones who weren’t going to be 30 IQ points stupider for the rest of their lives. I envied them for what they had. They didn’t even know. I would never be like them again.” He reported that he was fine a day later after the high wore off, and swore he’d never do it again. I still remember his username. RIP thelittletripperthatcouldnt.
The final guy, though. His story was the strangest. He LOVED nutmeg. He nut(meg)ed every day. For 12 hours each day he would watch porn and do nutmeg. He had done this for months. He was happy. He recommended nutmeg to everyone. I did not include his take in my presentation.
The title of the presentation was “why you shouldn’t do nutmeg”. I used the Chiller font. Don’t do nutmeg, kids.
My favorite fun fact about this is that Malcolm X talked several times about taking nutmeg.
My favorite not so fun story is from the time I interned at a vegan bakery. I got to hear the story of a guy who used to work there who just really liked the taste of nutmeg and didn't know it would get you high, so he loaded up a milkshake with three tablespoons of nutmeg at the start of his shift. He spent the rest of the shift curled up in a corner hallucinating that bats were attacking him.