das-griefling

[das-griefling]

For someone like Mina Le, her material was about examining the current discourse in society. Those topics alone would have kept her afloat in the content creator stratosphere. Her eclectic sense of style gave her an “in” with some of the historical fashion YouTube girlies (Rachel Maksy, Bernadette Banner, etc), while the structure of her material gave her an “in” with the video essay bloggers (people like Shanspeare, OliSUNvia). It’s interesting how experimenting with different styles can give you an “in” to various communities.

I haven’t watched Mina’s video on this yet.. but I do think it’s kind of funny to see how some people will suddenly change their tune about fashion while arguing, “no, this was completely my decision! This is true to me!” when it’s clear as day that they’re trying to fit in

Some people are naturally experimental and enjoy going with the fashion flow.. others will buy a new closet and even a new body because they’re afraid of what will happen to their relevance if they don’t

[das-griefling]

The risqué connotations associated with any “x”-using domain should be enough to ward any person from wanting to switch over. Imagine saying to a person, “hey, do you use xmail?” and the person goes, “x.. mail? That sounds..” Yeah, it sounds weird, especially in a hyper-pornographic society

Why do I feel like Elon knows this on some level and is just doing it for kicks. Very expensive trolling

this should not have gagged me as hard as it did

[das-griefling]

I love those moments when you’re composing a half-hearted thought while your attention is drawn elsewhere.. I was wondering about when I’d have time to clean out my car before it gets dark out and I thought, “it closes down at five”. What closes down? The sky? I must be spending too much time at work.

Another time, there was a moment where I had pushed a button for the elevator and it was taking a while, which made me think, “this elevator is loading really slowly”. I had been on my phone probably too much.

[das-griefling]

I imbibe myself with food so that I can accumulate headaches, cellulite, and a marginal amount of weight gain that I will inevitably lose from workaholic tendencies

[das-griefling]

I just learned that cats can get headaches :( Imagine if Kitty has ever slept because she’s had headaches

[das-griefling]

Does anyone ever think about how being human is inherently gross? I was force-feeding myself earlier - at this point, for vain purposes because that’s all it really boils down to - and thinking about how grotesque it is. The entire process of eating, digesting, the rest. At the core of it, you’re an oily creature with a smell that’s only marginally contained by an array of high-tech hygiene practices that aren’t really accessible to any other species. A cat can groom itself well enough and be fine; a horse is unpleasant if not taken care of, but not unbearable. A slug or a ladybug don’t produce any smell that I can discern. But a human who doesn’t take care of themselves is unbearable. When you combine that with the stink of someone’s internal organs, blood, and guts - we’re a yucky time bomb waiting to happen.

[das-griefling]

David Tennant Recognition Post

[das-griefling]

Thinking about adding another definition to Urban Dictionary.. this one is an extension of a pre-existing term

The phrase is “no cap, all bottle”

Does this not “hit”, as the kids say

[das-griefling]

"i cant wait to update my fic", i says with joy i was then shot 57 times

[das-griefling]

AO3 users, I adore thee

[das-griefling]

Ocean Vuong, “NPR” (via @ coolcatkylie - Pinterest) // Linda Pastan, “Five Stages of Grief” (via @ Amandagnagy - Pinterest) // Sarah Kane, “Crave” (via @ shesalady1984 - Pinterest) // via @ revnardent - Pinterest // via @ dissociativecollective - Tumblr // Notes from an exhibition by Patrick Gale, page 36 (via @ chelseajayne01 - Pinterest) // Ada Limón, “After the Fire” (via @ havingapoemwithyou - Tumblr) // Jamie Anderson (via @ emmagarcia868 - Pinterest) // “Aristos: The Musical” (via @ mahiii24 - Pinterest) // Heidi Priebe, “As Long As There Is Love, There Will Be Grief” (via @ deadpoetswilde - Instagram)

[das-griefling]

This person is a poet. A 10/10 description that I could really visualize and *such* a creative way of looking at the world

Sometimes I think about what it’s like from the bug’s POV when I get up to stop my cat from eating it.

Like, imagine: You’ve somehow entered a new planet. You don’t know how or why, but you have. This planet is completely foreign to you. Unlike your home planet which is lush with communities, friends, family, and flora and fauna to keep you alive, this place is desolate. It’s filled with a plethora of artificial suns that only disrupt your sense of navigation. Suddenly, a massive apex predator-looking creature notices you. You understand your fate is grim. You fight, and it doesn’t work. You try to flee, and it doesn’t work. This seemingly wild creature is taunting you. It isn’t even interested in eating you. It just wants to tantalize you and play with you until you die, so it can get bored and move on. You fear this is the end. This strange planet and its strange wild animals. You couldn’t have prepared for their size and agility. All you can do is hope.

Then suddenly the ground shakes. The wild animal looks on in fear. You don’t know why they fear, but you assume you should too. You look on, and a being the size of a skyscraper turns the corner. This being does not resemble any wild creature on this planet or your own. Its appearance is completely foreign and… unnatural. Its agility and intelligence far outpaces the wild animal and your own. You see that even its mere presence is something to behold. The way it exists, and the way its mind works is unfathomable to you. It exists with a poise and calculation that is completely foreign to you.

Suddenly the wild animal snatches you up and attempts to flee. This only angers the skyscraper giant, and they begin pursuit. Eventually the wild animal gets bored with you. More concerned about their own self preservation than the little game they had in mind for you. The skyscraper giant angrily attempts to communicate with the wild animal to no avail. Alas, your freedom is short lived. Suddenly the skyscraper giant turns its attention to you. You couldn’t have even imagined a being like this, and now you’re face to face with one. It leaves, and you attempt to flee, but the giant’s actions far outpace your own. They bend down, encasing you in a mysterious clear fortress that prevents you from going anywhere else. You fear this is actually it. You don’t know why the giant wants to trap you in this clear, air-tight fortress, but they have.

Suddenly they slide this mysterious white sheet under the fortress. Oddly, it smells like the trees back home, but it looks nothing like them. In an instant, the giant stands up, bringing you with it. You climb to heights that make your head spin in a time frame that leaves little to be perceived. The giant begins moving, taking you with them. Now you’re really terrified. What type of sick game is this?

Suddenly, however, the giant peels the barriers of their own planet aside. They rip a hole in the fabric of reality, and on the other side is your home planet with all its beautiful green-ness. You tear up at the sight, yearning for home, but unsure if you’ll ever see it again. The giant steps through the portal, and into your world. For a moment you fear he’s come to kidnap your people as well, but these fears are quickly extinguished. The giant puts you on the ground, removes the flat white tree, causing you to fall on your ass. In the confusion and anger you almost miss that they’ve removed the invisible fortress. If you weren’t confused, you are now. You watch in awe as the giant pays you no more mind and returns to their planet through the portal. Just as easily as they opened it, they close it, sealing the two worlds back into their separate universes.

And there you are: alive. Tomorrow is another day, and you’ll be there to see it. Why this diety of another world felt compassion for you (an intruder) is beyond your own comprehension… and yet they did. They saved you. They returned you to your world. They ended your agony. Then, they left peacefully. And now you’re left with a lifetime of unimaginable experiences, and nobody will believe you.

[das-griefling]

I miss the iPhone headphone jack. The rest of the world may have moved on, but I haven’t.

I’ve found that anything to the equivalent of an AirPod falls out of my ears.. it’s quite sad, actually.

It’s possible that I simply have large ear canals

[das-griefling]

People who claim that they’re “a boring old adult now” because they get excited over how every-day household contraptions could ‘step up’ their home are tripping. So what if you’re excited over a dishwasher? Excitement on its own is not the hallmark of a boring person. The ability to visualize an idea and delve into your imagination is a trick since childhood that has been, in some ways, kind enough to not leave. You’re not boring; the gears are still turning in your head. You’re still dreaming in some fashion or the other.

People will gripe and say, “but it’s not the same!” I can’t help but think, “at least you’re still getting excited”. A true, boring adult to me is someone who is nearly catatonic, who exists in a haze, barely experiences thoughts, or experiences them in the same endless, repeating cycle. I’m describing depression. If you’re not depressed, you are probably doing fairly well as an adult.. you’re capable of resiliency, of optimistic thinking. Those are fantastic qualities.

[das-griefling]

figuring out how to get rid of screen addiction is like trying to figure out how to stop a nicotine addiction while also having a job centered around smoking cigarettes and having half your social life be in smoke breaks

[das-griefling]

The existence (and experience) of baby fever mystifies me. My understanding is that it’s a sharp, biological inclination to have children that can occur at any time. I remember feeling so bewildered when I would experience it because I would think, “I don’t want the responsibility of having a child” and “my circumstances are not ideal for raising one”. But I guess there was still some part of me that was romantic about it. I experienced it horribly at 16-18 and somewhat regularly at 15. Then it just sort of died off. Maybe I can attribute that change to a sense of reality about my prospects and limitations setting in.

This loss of fantasy has carried into other areas of my life as well.. it’s strange to experience. It’s nice to make money and all, but entering the workforce killed it. There are few things more depressing than crunching numbers for a prospective budget when you move out, only to realize that you’re on track to barely survive for the rest of your life.. and it’s not just you, but a whole portion of other people are stuck in the same boat. You can live with someone and still drown. I looked at the cost of gas, rent, utilities, car insurance, the phone bill, hygiene products, and food per month. I don’t like what I’m seeing. That’s not counting any money spent on leisure or appointments or medications refills.

Side note, how crazy is it that employers won’t accept “I was in school” as an explanation for gaps on your resume? As if they don’t believe you. Should I bring my transcript? Why am I being punished for trying to better myself? I understand where they’re coming from, in a way. They don’t want to take the risk. I just get sad sometimes. I feel like a failure, like I should “be better”, like I should “do more”, all the while wondering why human life demands constant work out of people. I don’t think it’s bad to have that level of responsibility, but it strips a lot of people out of the opportunity to enjoy themselves in life. In a way, thank god that I haven’t moved out yet. I don’t think my life will ever be the same (or nearly as high quality) when I leave. I really fear that it’ll just be a perpetual struggle to stay afloat.