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Fish!!! Turn around!!!!! Be careful fren!!!

I found a cool rock!!!!

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Yes!!! Show us!!!

you DON’T wanna see what’s underneath.

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Also!!! Triggers can unearth the traumatic memories people have. Contrary to popular belief, triggers don’t make people mildly upset; they take people back to traumatic events that they went through in the past, and can have serious impacts on their mental health. Personally, I can’t read books, watch shows, go to plays, without having someone else read, watch, or see whatever it is first, in case there’s a trigger. I have to tell my teachers what my triggers are, tell people I barely know the roots of my darkest times, so they can warn me before we do anything related to one of them.

If I see something triggering, I risk relapsing into major depression again, and I fall fast and hard down that rabbit hole. If I see something triggering, it could literally kill me.

OR! You could spend a few extra seconds writing a trigger warning at the top of your post if it contains any common triggers. Then, even though my more obscure triggers likely won’t be addressed, I’ll have a warning going in that I may need to prepare to read about something that will potentially endanger me. 

On good days, I might be able to read about something related to my triggers! On bad days, I’ll know to stay away from the post the warning is on, at least until a better day! If there’s no trigger warning, and there’s a trigger in your post, then that puts me and whoever shares that particular trigger in danger! So please, just write the trigger warning. It’ll take you ten seconds. 

“Trigger warnings = censorship/represent an unwillingness to challenge one’s ideas” is the most shit-brained take and yet it is championed by so many people.

Imagine if you were invited to a party, it’s going to be from 8-?, there will be drinks, some light music, mostly a casual sort of thing. So you decide to go, but when you get there, everyone is talking about Keynsian economics. Now, if you know a lot about Keynsian economics, or know little but are fascinated by the subject, please substitute something you find too boring or esoteric to engage with, but imagine arriving at the party and you approach a group of people to try and join in on their conversation, but all they’re talking about is Keynsian economics. You stand there awkwardly, maybe you try to chime in with something about supply and demand, but really, you feel alienated by the whole conversation. 

So you walk away and see someone you find a bit attractive standing alone, and so you think you might like to strike up a one-on-one with them. They seem receptive enough, but after introducing each other, they immediately ask what your opinions about the IS-LM model are. All you can do is helplessly shrug and so they ask you whether you first read “The General Theory” in high school or college. Unable to even answer that, you helplessly excuse yourself.

Seeing some people gathered around a TV in the living room, you decide to make the best of things and grab something to drink and sit down to join them. However, to your dismay, they are all watching a documentary on the post-WWII American economy. You power through it because leaving this early in the evening seems rude, and after 2 hours it finally finishes and each of the people gathered round with you begin to share their own insights into the subject matter, until all their eyes fall on you. You quietly make your way to the front door.

The next day, you approach the person who invited you and ask what that had all been about, and they respond “Oh, that was the monthly gathering of the John Maynard Keynes Appreciation Society, we have that on the 15th of every month.” and you try to explain that you wish they’d said so sooner because it was a bit of an awkward experience since you couldn’t really connect with anyone and kinda just spent the whole night more or less on your own since you really have no knowledge or interest in, well, Keynsian economics, and they give you a slight sneer and reply, “You know, you really ought to be more open to new ideas.”

Now, I don’t know about you, but just writing out that scenario made my fucking skin crawl. Going to a party where you don’t know anyone is bad enough, but one where, by design, you had no chance of engaging in conversation and getting to know any of the people there because they were all there to talk specifically about a certain thing you knew nothing about, that sounds like an absolute nightmare. And how, in this scenario, did you get into this situation? Because someone neglected to tell you that there were certain specific aspects of this party that might adversely affect your ability to enjoy it.

Which leads me to my controversial counter-claim to “demanding trigger warnings is a sign of close-mindedness/providing them is a form of censorship” and that is that it’s literally a form of basic courtesy and human decency to provide people with any information that may prevent them from having a bad/unpleasant/stressful time, not because it’s protecting their fragile feelings from some unpleasant truth, but because a person deserves to be given fair warning about such things so that they can choose whether to consent, and if doing so, prepare for them.

And this example is just about saving people from an awkward social situation, but for instance, if I was in a college history class and they decided to show an extremely graphic documentary about the Holocaust without warning, do you really think me, a Jew, taking issue with that would be because I’m just being “close-minded” or trying to maintain some sort of insular perspective? 

No, for fuck’s sake! It’s because I grew up hearing about it from people who lived it. No amount of graphic imagery is going to be more vivid than being shown wrist tattoos or photo albums of people who went into camps and never came out again, and if I’m just trying to get my gen-ed finished, I think I should have some say as to whether a graphic look into the genocide of my people is something I want to be occupying my mind alongside chem finals on a fucking Tuesday.

That’s just it though. People who make these kinds of arguments, at some level, know this. I guarantee if someone like David Mitchell was suddenly confronted with photos of clubbed baby seals or footage of children being summarily executed, it would ruin his entire fucking year, and he’d be rightfully upset about it, but the thing is, people like him, people who others only ever give a second thought to when they’re telling a joke, they think the only way to get people to intake “serious” information is to spring it on them, ambush them with it or else they won’t listen, never for a moment considering that maybe the reason they think that way is because they’ve never said a single fucking thing worth listening to in their entire lives.

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For the last time, the Loch Ness monster is not real!!! Stop asking mermaids to find him for you!!!!!

i had a dream about fucking… vampire discourse on tumblr like;

“reminder that blood sucker is a slur”

“vamp-born-vamps are valid if u got bitten later in life you’re not part of the vamp community” 

“support vamps who drink human blood, support vamps who drink animal blood, support vamps who drink animal and human blood”

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Reblog this for suicide prevention.

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Zoom in on 7th grade me. I’m at a small private school, and it’s the day before our school play. I don’t remember what it was, but it had something to do with queen Elizabeth 1.

I’m backstage, running through my lines, when my teacher comes up to me. He’s like “hey, John (not his real name) is sick. You’re gonna have to do his parts tomorrow.”

And I’m like, “okay, I can do that. Who does he play?”

My teacher gives me not one, not two, but three parts. Now, they’re pretty small parts, so it would’ve been fine,

Except the parts were full of really long lines, in Shakespearean verse.

Now, keep in mind, this isn’t Shakespeare. This some guy in the 80s mimicking Shakespeare. I’m not familiar with it, as I wasn’t in any of his scenes.

So I go home, thinking that surely I can memorize these parts. I’m working on it, and I get the first part down pretty well. But by then it’s 10:00, which is way past when I usually go to bed.

I start on the next part, and I get about halfway through the first monologue when I start stumbling over the words. “Darn it,” I think, because I’m an innocent 7th grader who hasn’t learned the art of cursing yet, “there’s no way I’ll finish this.”

So I keep pushing on until I kinda have the second part finished. By then it’s about midnight, and I can’t keep my eyes open. I set my alarm for 5:00 to memorize the third part.

So it’s 5:00 in the morning, and I’m exhausted, and I still have another part to memorize. I almost get it down by the time I have to go to school.

Now, at my tiny private school, there was what they called Taco Day (again, fake name) on Fridays. They sold tacos and pastries and probably some beverages, and I always bought my lunch there on Fridays.

This Friday, however, I arrive late, and they are out of tacos. So what do I do?

I get a fucking almond croissant. So now I’m sleep deprived, on a sugar high, and I barely have the three parts I have to perform later that day memorized.

So I practically bounce to my classroom, just about ready to die,

And that smug fucking lamppost is there, sitting in his seat, as if nothing ever happened

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Me

INCREDIBLE PHOTO <3

link below to see:

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credit to: ketul

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So it’s midnight, right? The ball’s about to drop, we’re all excited, the lady on tv was getting people from the crowd to do shoutouts to random people, and then

She gets a gay couple to do it

And she asks one who they want to say hello to or whatever

And he’s said “this guy right here”

What a perfect way to end twenty gayteen. What a perfect way to start twenty biteen. This next year will probably be trash, but let’s make the best of it!

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Maybe they like flour straight from the bag don’t judge them

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Things I learned at my grandparent’s house

-there’s a bookstore selling les mis for $295

-śliwka is polish for plum

-I have a relative named Peter Peterson

-I have a relative named Thank Ye Lord

-my great great grandmother was basically Cinderella

-the story behind ‘eating rice, china’ is not common knowledge

-many people have not seen ‘eating rice, china’ which is a tragedy

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*waits for tumblr to solve this mess so i can start selling these*