how do you tell someone “i’m not ignoring you i’m just disconnected from reality right now and the days are all blurred together and i feel completely apathetic towards everyone/everything around me so it’s really hard for me to maintain a conversation” without saying that
Brain broken. Still like you. Talk later
EVERYONE DRINK WATER RIGHT NOW AND REBLOG TO KEEP THE HYDRATION GANG CHAIN GOING
In response to Slate's article on the possibility having non-heteromative team in figure skating (particularly, ice dance and pairs), Oniceperspective shared a glimpse of Gabriella Papadakis (FRA) and Madison Hubbell (USA) working on their same-sex program. You can see how they switch the leading figure between them.
You can see them trying out lifts in this video.
The rest is on Instagram here:
Building my silly machines to destroy my silly archenemy
coming back into the engine bay with my mecha body trashed and flirting with the mechanics to make it all better and they hate me for it but i catch them on the shipdeck like
what if it all worked out
it will..............
girls don't want boys girls want the hot middle-aged teachers from the revue starlight stageplays
My dad and I once had a disagreement over him using the adage "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I said, "That's just not true. Sometimes what doesn't kill you leaves you brittle and injured or traumatized."
He stopped and thought about that for a while. He came back later, and said, "It's like wood glue."
He pointed to my bookshelf, which he helped me salvage a while ago. He said, "Do you remember how I explained that, once we used the wood glue on them, the shelves would actually be stronger than they were before they broke?"
I did.
"But before we used the wood glue, those shelves were broken. They couldn't hold up shit. If you had put books on them, they would have collapsed. And that wood glue had to set awhile. If we put anything on them too early, they would have collapsed just the same as if we'd never fixed them at all. You've got to give these things time to set."
It sounded like a pretty good metaphor to me, but one thing I did pick up on was that whatever broke those shelves, that's not the thing that made them stronger. That just broke them. It was being fixed that made them stronger. It was the glue.
So my dad and I agreed, what doesn't kill you doesn't actually make you stronger, but healing does. And if you feel like healing hasn't made you stronger than you were before, you're probably not done healing. You've got to give these things time to set.
Amogus infestation at my job 🙄
UPDATE: Management isn't doing anything but we DID find the nest
friendly reminder that you didn’t waste your year. any moments of happiness or comfort, any small accomplishments, they all matter. this has been a really hard year, and simply surviving is something to be proud of.
i just wanted to clarify some things
artists know the risk they are taking when they post their art online. people are inevitably going to take it apart, color edit it, flip it around or otherwise post it uncredited.
saying that an artist shouldn’t post their work if they don’t want it bastardized is probably the stupidest stance on this subject you could take. if all artists followed this line of reasoning, there would be no art on the internet.
when an artist posts their work, they are trusting you to enjoy it respectfully. and when you betray that trust either knowingly or unknowingly, it’s like saying the artist’s time, skills and thoughts aren’t worth anything.
you are NOT entitled to an artists work just because they decided to trust you enough to share it with you.
an artist is within their right to feel upset that someone has used their work in a way they never intended it to be used. they are within their right to ask for it to stop and not happen again.
just because it’s “bound to happen” doesn’t mean it’s any less deplorable.
I can feel The dryness of those markers in my bones
Fun fact those dry markers were supposed to have water put into them to make them work. You take off the bottom thing and pour water in and bam, instant marker success. Only learned about this four years after I’d lost my set 🙃
Hey. Reblog to save some poor kid lots of grief.
Fucking what?!
Every ‘90s child on Tumblr raises their head in outrage.
I just stood up so fast and snatched mine out of my closet brb going to the sink
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
MOTHER FUCKER!!
IS THAT WHY?!
I post for the bitches that used to get in trouble for reading under the desk during class in elementary school
Please please lemme tell you a story this is my favorite memory from elementary school
When I was in 6th grade I was a really passionate reader. Like, “check out 8-10 books from the library and finish them all by the end of the week” passionate. I had a bookbag the size of a walrus. I used to stack 3-5 books on my night table and read lovingly out of each of them every night. It was amazing.
Anyway, I remember during class I put that week’s cluster of library books in my desk so that they wouldn’t be crowding my bag. My teacher was teaching something my pompous 6th grader brain insisted I didn’t need to learn about so I pulled one of my books out and started to read it in my lap. My teacher caught me, called me out in front of class, took the book and continued the lesson.
That didn’t stop me. I pulled another book out of my desk and read out of that one instead.
My teacher caught me again, called me out, and took that book too. I bet he thought that was all I had. In the school library we’re only allowed to check out two books each, so for all he knew that was my last one. Little did he know I was an avid visitor of the public library. I practically lived there.
So I pulled out another book. I got a good few chapters into it just because he wasn’t expecting me to have it. When he caught me, he was visibly surprised and even annoyed. He came and took that book too. By now he had three young adult novels stacked on his desk, and it was an impressive little tower to have taken from a quiet, timid 6th grader in the span of like 20 minutes.
Little did he know she had plenty more where that came from. When he went back to the front of the class, I pulled out another book.
Looking back on it I can’t help but laugh and feel a little bad. This poor teacher is just trying to do his job, and I’m here actively ignoring him in favor of hardcover stories of dragons and elves. Was he Sisyphus and my endless supply of books the boulder he pushed up the hill??
In any case he took that one too.
I’ll bet you know what happened next.
Guys do centaurs have to eat both horse food and human food?
Centaur, eating out of a burlap sack of hay like it’s potato chips: So do you guys wanna get Chipotle later?
Centaur: *kneeling on the ground, ripping up bits of grass and eating it*
Nearby horse: *neighs*
Centaur: Well it’s easy for you to bend over, isn’t it?
Horse: *snorts*
Centaur: *through a mouthful of grass* Well goody goody for you, but some of us have two spines.
Human: Hey does somebody want the rest of my burger?
Centaur: Oh I’ll have it. I am starving.
Human: Didn’t you just eat like an entire barrel of hay?
Centaur: *snatches the burger* That was for the horse stomach not the human one. Don’t be racist, Carl.
DON’T BE RACIST CARL
That spine comment made me reevaluate my life
Two spines, two ribcages, and six limbs baby! And a tail! Four shoulders!
This picture makes my intellectual half happy but also causes me great pain
is your intellectual half the horse half or the human half
Head, Abdomen, Thorax. 6 limbs. Insect.
That last comment hit me so hard I felt like Plato when Diogenes plopped a plucked chicken down and declared it a man
A Centaur has a man-stomach and a horse-stomach. And of course both want breakfast. So first of all he has porridge and pavenders and kidneys and bacon and omelette and cold ham and toast and marmalade and coffee and beer. And after that he tends to the horse part of himself by grazing for an hour or so and finishing up with a hot mash, some oats, and a bag of sugar. That’s why it’s such a serious thing to ask a Centaur to stay for the weekend. A very serious thing indeed. - C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair
I was sad until I opened the Sims and made a dog called Chocolate Milk and I think you should look at him
i was sad until i opened tumblr and saw a dog called Chocolate Milk and i think you should look at him
