Yet Another INFP Blog

phantom bitchslap

That is the saddest and funniest shit I have ever seen

The cat is right-pawed and I’m laughing too hard about this.

this is actually really interesting because despite not actually having that limb the cat is still able to communicate exactly what it’s trying to (which seems to be “don’t touch this cup” or “this is my box”). the other cats respond to its gesturing because they recognize what it’s saying (you can see them pull their heads back or bat their own paws in response). most of the time when cats tell each other to stop doing something they aren’t actually using any real force–it’s just a gentle bop. the hitting isn’t really the point!

i actually do a version of this with my own cats all the time. i never hit them but i’ll wave a hand at them to say “no stop it” and they understand fully despite the fact that i never make physical contact with them.

this cat may be disabled but it is perfectly capable of telling its friends and family to step the fuck off

did you know that music is the most beautiful

Gävlebocken is rolling out!

The 238 staff left who work for Twitter: yeah there’s too few of us left to keep the site running, it’s gonna die any minute

The 10 staff at Tumblr, using a tire pump to inflate the dark mode’s corpse, propping the dashboard up with crabs and holding it together with horse poop and shoelaces: [laughs in Hellsite]

I hope the fucker rots in prison.

You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it. 

hello please sign :)

http://chng.it/7TvNsKmZBV

There are three breeds of cat:

Chonk

Goblin

Yeah that looks like a cat

Subcategories of breeds:

Floof

Naked

Normal

This is my favorite post

this will pass, this will pass, this will pass

Radiance

new gouache watercolor painting! had to edit this one a lot since the whites didn’t photograph well

PRINTS | INSTA | TWITTER | KO-FI

Sometimes I feel like I am in a bathtub filling up faster than I can drain it. And lately, the drain is clogged and I am drowning and drowning and drowning.

I am losing air faster than I can handle; killing me slowly, suffocating me with black spots filtering over my eyes, decorating my room’s walls.

It’s a strange sensation, that of time running out. Who chained me to the bottom of this bathtub in the first place? Who is turning on the water, was it me?

I am the hand of ruin; the catalyst to my own destruction. Salvation seems beyond reason and unfathomable beneath the water.

Writing was my drain.

It breathes fire into my lungs and ice into veins. It’s the only time I feel in control, powerful… alive.

Now, the doubt, guilt and shame ties me to the silence. It weighs me down and binds my hands below. I don’t think I can tell which way is up anymore.

Words are losing meaning and the space between them is an abyss.

I am told to have hope. To write of the sun after rainy days. But what do you write about when the sun burns you charred and the rain soaks you to the bone?

God, I need five more minutes of peace.

I know it’s too much to ask, I haven’t been your favorite for years.

I am drowning, lost and fearful.

My heart has turned to solid as my body sinks further. Is floating up even worth it at this point? Or should I let the darkness continue its course? After all, who am I but a hollow vessel to tell it to stop.

Guards arrest your players for tax evasion.

Apartment hunting has shown me that so many kids my age and younger openly broadcast that they are running away from abusive homes and that they are LGBT. I sympathize completely, but you do not under any circumstances need to be on a roommate finder website telling strangers on the internet that you are part of a vulnerable minority with no one back home who cares what happens to you... just say you are moving out, end of. Once you get to trust someone you live with then you can share the backstory. Internet safety is something that still matters.

You do not need to disclose this information to anyone, ever, and in fact, you should not in most cases. People can and will take advantage of you. 

If it is important to you to have roommates that are LGBT friendly (i.e., you don’t want to have to go back into the closet because you realize your new straight roommate is actually sketchy), find a LGBT group for whatever city and look for roommates there. Look for apartment postings by other LGBT people looking for a roommate. You can also explore online communities of other abuse survivors for support there. Ideally, do this all as anonymously as you can. But do not spontaneously disclose this information about yourself on a roommate finder website, because there are people out there who prey on the vulnerable and will be looking specifically for someone like you to take advantage of.

If you’re contacting apartment complexes/landlords on your own, you also don’t need to give your personal information beyond your name/what they need for a credit check. You don’t have to explain why you don’t have a guarantor; you can just say you don’t have one. You don’t have to explain why you need an immediate move-in date; you can just say you would like to move ASAP.  

I know that it’s common to use social media to vent and reach out for support when you’re not getting it in the real world. But it’s also very important that you do not do it in a way where people with malicious intent could trace your online presence back to your school, your work, your actual address. Keep safe, my friends. <3

ive spent hours drawing a fish who wants to see the wip. i may be going insane

@mag003​ 👀

an update on miss fish 

COMPLETION

hi please stop and watch this video of a baby raccoon herding goats

In regards to what happened yesterday (Jan 6th 2020), Rep. Cori Bush is calling for signatures to hold those at fault accountable for the coup. They’re very close as of 8:30 AM EST, but you can sign here.

NON AMERICANS: PLEASE DO NOT SIGN. THIS NEEDS AMERICAN SIGNATURES ONLY. PLEASE GO DONATE TO OTHER ORGANIZATIONS AND PEOPLE IN NEED. DO NOT FAKE A NAME AND ZIP CODE. /srs