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I am called the fuck out

You guys got pizza????

Never let generosity hold hostages; courtesy is an essential tool, but a cruel master.

@kedreeva

Can confirm I'm super high and this is an angel

@elodieunderglass

[ID: A thread of 5 tweets by @/dayn_does_comix]

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I was at the movies tonight and a very interesting thing happened to me... I was in the bathroom before the movie and an older woman approached me. She asked how long I'd been using a cane, I told her almost 10 years. She paused and then said, “...was it hard?” (1/5)

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...and I realized this woman was going through exactly what I went through 8 years ago. So I looked her in the eye and said “yeah. it was so hard. I face planted in a Walmart parking lot before I finally broke down and did it. But it was so worth it.” (2/5)

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This woman is 75 and was absolutely terrified of starting to use a cane. So she looked at me, a young person, out and about with my cane, and had her realization. She told me she has severe vertigo, and that sometimes she can't stand up and it's terrifying... (3/5)

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...but it's even more terrifying to admit that you need help. so we talked about that fear. we stood in the bathroom at the AMC and we talked about what it feels like to take a leap into vulnerability and the unknown. and I just want to remind anyone who needs to hear it (4/5)

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it's okay to be afraid. it's natural not to want to admit to that vulnerability. but it's so worth it!! the freedom youn gain from using mobility aids is so worth it, whether you're 20 or 75. take the leap. (5/5)

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I am going through this myself at the moment. I have been given a walker (much to my amusement? The nature of my need means it's more like a sitter most of the time.)

I hate it. I hate the vulnerability of it, I hate having to drag it around in my car, I hate wrestling with it.

It is also, 100% the best decision I have ever made for myself. No matter how much I hate all the stuff my brain keeps telling (lying to) me it represents.

Update on how Twitter’s going, Elon decided to get snarky with someone showing concerns about the whole impersonation fiasco on Twitter. Turns out the person he chose to get snarky with is a Senator who has oversight on subcommittees that all pertain to his businesses.

Great work, Elon.

(images credited to dixonij on Twitter)

all these posts that are like *flips hair* hi newbiesss tehee welcome to Tumblr..... we're not like the Other Social Media Sites 😝😘 and then proceed to unironically describe tumblr like the shangri la of social media where we all live laugh reblog and have long ebony black hair and flip off preps as if every fucking day on here for the last ten years hasn't been a bloody trial with innumerable casualties like we don't weekly see the most hilarious drama and indescribable dysfunctionality. you're all like acclimated deep sea organisms enticing soft photic zone invertebrates to come down. they're going to fucking die.

its gay sex monday

okay bestie it's

gay sex sunday (bc ppl go to church on sundays so you really have to make up for it also gives me stuff to do in church)

eat his pussy monday

make your own post

t-shirt that says “i rely on pharmaceutical drugs to preform routine tasks”

Booty shorts that say “and then I don’t do them”

Not relatable at all-

pov: you're reading klapollo fanfiction

Imagine not knowing German because your parents didn't sign you up for 12 years of German Hell-

one of the things that media can get so wrong about sibling relationships is that even when you're getting along it's like. "im actively trying to end you right now you fucking nastyass" as a form of affection

& that there is a secret, 12th dimensional emotion behind the following experiences:

i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second

anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk

and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something

paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.

i say, paul.

is that a nerf gun.

yeah, says paul.

i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.

he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?

and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–

a foam dart hits me in the leg.

i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.

i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.

no dart this time. okay. sweet.

so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it 

anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.

love tik tok bc i logged on and they’re like ‘joking about threatening actors with violence is so bad 😢😢😢’ and then on tumblr people will post like. ‘reblog to fling jared padalecki out of an airlock with no spacesuit’ and people will spam reblog it so much it fills up the dash