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there are many things tumblr as a whole has to learn but one of them is “someone can reblog a post without them endorsing every action the op has ever taken, we are not beholden to do background checks on the producers of every shitpost on the internet”

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my fave writing reminder

honestly, this phrase has been on my mind more times than i can count. i've kidnapped it, taken it as a hostage with no ransom money because i need it to live permanently in my head.

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something vindictive but ultimately harmless I do at work is that if you’re at my register and you’re rude to me and you pay with cash I am finding the most disgusting desolate fucked up unspeakable coin I can to give to you. oh you were mean to me? you’re getting the yucky nickel bitch

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Good morning Doctor Lecter.

Soon to be university student here. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through the full process- the money and the effort it'll take. I'd like to know if you met the same struggle yourself? Which would sound weird because it gives the feeling that you never struggle at all.

Thank you in advance for the reassurance.

To the Soon-to-Be Scholar,

Higher education, as you know, is a long road paved with deadlines, costs, and the quiet disorientation of becoming someone new without knowing quite who that is yet. You are right to feel overwhelmed--many do. More than will ever admit it.

I cannot speak with perfect authority on the entirety of the experience. But I can tell you this: those who step forward with awareness of the weight they carry are often the ones most capable of bearing it. Effort and uncertainty are not signs of being unprepared--they’re signs of being awake.

The path is not always linear, nor is it kind. But if you have a reason, however small, to pursue it--hold to that. You don’t need to sprint. You only need to keep going.

Tentatively, M.D. H. Lecter

[OOC] Hi! Just stepping out of character quickly-- I haven’t started university yet either, so this response is shaped more by shared anticipation than lived experience. If you ever want to scream into the void about pre-uni nerves, I’m probably doing the same somewhere off-screen. You've got this. —Savant

(⚠️This blog is not at all for serious psychiatric help, advice regarding serious situations, or a helpline.)

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The problem with playing smash or pass is that there's a lot of characters which I'm not sexually attracted to but I would fuck in a heartbeat out of sheer curiosity and ego, like I don't find Mickey Mouse attractive at all but if he approached me at a bar and went "Hey sexy, want me to show you my mouseketool?" I would say yes because then I get to tell my friends I fucked Mickey Mouse

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🤗 i dont like this emoji. this is not a hug to me. this is someone doing condescending jazz hands in my general direction when i am in need of affection. not comforting.

🫂 i love this emoji. this is a hug. we are hugging and its nice. and as a special bonus they appear to be my old friends from the msn messenger logo? very comforting.

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Ballister's eyes x the internet

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I love this picture so much! Post it whenever I come across it.

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He is my favourite. Pls watch KPDH it's beautiful

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i didnt know you were allowed to do things for the sake of wanting to do things. i thought you were just supposed to keep that locked inside your ribcage and let it rot you inside out until youre limping around as the desiccated corpse of who you could have been

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yesterday in economic botany we were learning about plant based oil compounds and stuff and my botany professor was talking about lynn seed oil, which in woodworking is rubbed on over furniture as a varnish. this oil has an exothermic chemical reaction with oxygen, meaning that the reaction creates heat. what often happens, apparently, is that woodworkers will finish rubbing on the oil with a rag and then will ball up the rag and throw it away, but because the reaction is taking place and the heat can’t escape (like it would on a piece of furniture where it can be cooled) it gets trapped in the rag, which gets hotter and hotter until it reaches the temperature where it bursts into flame. apparently many woodworking shops have been burned down by this. the proper way to dispose of rags with this oil is to hang them up on a clothesline, so again the reaction never gets enough heat to start a fire. im telling you this because im a writer and ive never heard of substance that will just…spontaneously combust conveniently like that so long as it’s in a confined space. my botany professor tried it in a trash can in his driveway and it did indeed burst into flame after 45 minutes, which is an exceptionally convenient time delay. im sorry im tying this so fast my laptop is on 2% battery and theres no outlet an

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Schoolgirls in Iran in protest against the regime sticking their middle fingers to Khomeini and Khamenei

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Ono no Komachi & Izumi Shikibu, tr. by Jane Hirshfield & Mariko Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan [x]

THE SPIREALM 致命游戏 (2024) adapted from the danmei novel Kaleidoscope of Death 死亡万花筒 by Xi Zi Xu 西子绪 @asiandramanet apr creator bingo board ⎈ black & white + transition

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on Planet Where Everyone Can Teleport the first person on the moon went there by accident and promptly died. The next dozen or so people also went by accident, and also died. Number 14 figured out that people who go to the moon die and very cleverly brought a sword and six weeks of travel rations. This did not help.

No one on Planet Where Everyone Can Teleport ever figured out why people die in space because they don’t need airplanes and never found it particularly interesting to climb tall mountains. Astronomers use telescopes to take pictures of the ever-growing pile of corpses on the moon.

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jokes to make after failure that aren’t self-deprecating:

I’m the best to ever do it

Nobody saw that (best if said loudly)

No one’s ever done it like me

I could be President/they should make me President

Behold, a mere fraction of my power!

The public wants to be me soooooo bad

I’m an expert in (thing you just failed at)

How could this have happened to god’s favorite princess?

Nothing ibuprofen and a glass of water cant fix

I’m being sabotaged