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my little brother & i are having a scholarly debate about mornings
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Spider-Punk by Matías Bergara Paint, pencil, & ink on cardboard
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I sit here, tears in my eyes at my dining room table, realizing just how alone I am. I really have no one I can count on besides myself.
My wife and partner is a mercurial mess, a bipolar control freak, and a paranoid conspiracy theorist.
I can't be myself anymore. I'm fighting against the grain to be someone and something that I am not and her yelling, screaming, and accusations have pushed me to such depths that I can't even recognize who I am or the things that I have done. She's accused me of cheating, of picking my sister over her, and I'm convinced that the she thinks that the only friend I should have is her. I'm afraid of talking to her because I don't know what will set her off and I don't remember a time that I was really, truly happy.
I understand that having kids is stressful. I wish I could do more and be more but she doesn't understand or even care that it kills me every time she talks about how I'm "never home" and "always gone" and yet I hear it every single day.
And God fucking forbid I show emotions. That is not allowed. Every time I do, I get blamed for my medication or some other bullshit. Whenever I have my grief headaches she assumes that I am willingly choosing to be sad as if I have any control over it.
I don't know. Maybe I'm better off not feeling anything or associating with anyone. And yet here I am, talking to the only person I know I can truly trust: Myself. I won't use my words against me. I won't keep tabs on my shortcomings. I won't blame my meds for actually regulating how I feel.
I'm sick, mentally and emotionally. And I feel like I'm drowning and being pulled down while I'm fighting for my life.
I miss how much we were in love with each other, until things with her ex started coming back up to the surface. That's when it started going bad. One night she was so angry with me over nothing and I remember breaking down and asking why she was doing what she was to me: snapping and screaming over the smallest of questions and supposed sleights. She tried to hug me and I told her not to touch me because of how frightened I was.
I think that's what this is. Old trauma rearing its head on both sides.
I was in an abusive relationship before her. She was physically, emotionally, and psychologically damaging to me and this anger, this resentment, is coming back to the surface for me and her.
I just want to get along. I just want to stop this nonsense.
I just want to be myself again.
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Marvel movies have completely eliminated the concept of practical effects from the movie-watching public’s consciousness
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Marvel movies have completely eliminated the concept of practical effects from the movie-watching public’s consciousness
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Okay in my house we have a strange tradition. My mother builds this beautiful Christmas village.

It wraps all around our house through the rooms and under the trees and it’s wonderful.
Every year she hides the Christmas Vampire

This started when I was a very small got child and spread to all of my friends, including my best friend from elementary school who I just so happened to grow up and marry. Now that we have grown up and moved nearly 600 miles away we still always go home for a week at Christmas for multiple reasons, including the Christmas Vampire.
Needless to say we still partake and things have gotten heated.

Stay tuned for the epic conclusion and to see my husband and father in Lin-Manuel Miranda’s sooty costume when I find the Christmas Vampire First!
Happy Haunting!
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calm down edgelords, the whole point of society is that it’s not survival of the fittest. literally the point is that we’re leveraging our collective strengths to lead to better outcomes for everyone. we’ve been doing it for a couple thousand years now
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Well shit. Looks like my tumblr got hacked. Gonna clean it up and smooth it out.
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mormon kids under the age of 18 being told their church is a cult

mormons 18-24 after they go through their endowment ceremony and receive their new name and secret clothing and learn the secret handshakes and passwords and realize everyone around them has been secretly doing this the whole time and now theyre going to be sent away from their family for 2 years where they will literally not be allowed to be alone for 1 second of the day except to go to the bathroom and they have no idea how to get out of what they just got into
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I saw this tumblr post and HAD to draw it, please accept my humble A:TLA offering.
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