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ok back on my normal bullshit. aka thinking about isaac's plurality again
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whyyyyyyy does the tumblr populace keep making up new reasons to be awful to each other. no transmascs are not inherently evil. no transfems aren't inherently more pure and they're not evil either. no the death penalty isnt good. yeah even if they really really deserve it. no turning yourself into the one benefiting from bigotry is not any better than where we are right now. no it's not people's fault for being fucking bad at math good lord just calm down and be nice to people
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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
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Overheard in the office hallway between two older businessmen:
“Don’t you dare pull my shirt up, I have a meeting.”
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one of my students just came up to me and went "happy Monday. the situations never end." on GOD they don't, little buddy. On God they don't.
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would you still like me even if i experienced emotions
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The things recently stolen from my Funtastic Shed:
- My horse shoe
- My base ball
- My illegal sundial
- My flea circus
- My 70 pound peanut
- All, ALL of my goblins
- and my pet octopus
The only thing left in there is my cold hot water bottle and a stupid three thousand dollar penny. My life? It’s fucking over
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Woah, you draw that character so skinny! They're so shaped haha. Yeah they're so huggable haha. It's not how I see that character but you've got your thing going. Yeah I'm just really not into skinny characters I mean to me it's disgusting and fetishistic but you do you. I mean it's just that it's just kind of glorifying being unhealthy you know? Like I don't hate skinny people but I just worry about them you know. I feel kinda bad for them. But it's ok for you to draw them skinny! You've obviously got your own issues and I know what it's like to project on characters :P I hope you get better soon. Have you thought of trying this medicine that no one's done thorough research on to eradicate people of your weight even when it doesn't cause them or anyone any issues? What? No no I love the shapes you've drawn haha I mean it's great. Personally I can't draw skinny people I did try like look this character they're slightly skinnier than my usual. Why are you criticising me? No I'm not skinny-phobic i just really don't like drawing them,,,, it's just hard you know? It's just not my headcanon anyway, sorry. More power to you though!! It's great we have such a diverse community so that freaks - sorry I mean people like you can express themselves. Wow!
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Good news. we can finally Be Bees. this isn't your world, but we can Be Bees. this is Good news. you can Be a Bee. you'll live like a Bee. A Pet. A pet? A Pet. Mark, this is Good news. You'll live. for 30 years. THIS IS INSANE
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i was at an event last night in california and i went to the bar to order wine bc wine was like, a thing, and i looked at the menu and saw i was completely out of my depth bc idk any wine names, so i turned to my right and there was a man in a gorgeous suit standing at the bar beside me and i said “do you know anything about wine?” and he said “a little, yes!” i told him i liked white and dry wines and asked if he’d order for me. he asked the server for two glasses and had one poured for each of us and then he clinked his glass on mine but he didn’t take a sip, he just watched me taste mine and then he asked what i thought and i said “it’s pretty good, but like i said, i wouldn’t know.” he laughed and told me to have a good time & i walked away. fifteen minutes later i found out he’s the winemaker.
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