tender etheral thursday afternoon

its always like be careful this song might become a memory. this cologne might become a memory. this brand of beer might become a memory. i time travel all the time

(with tears in my eyes) we have to post more perverted things now. because we never know which perverted post will be our last ...

the author's barely disguised open wound splattered livid and filthy across everything they create

“why are you, as someone in their 30s, still on tumblr” oh so you think you’re gonna be normal when you’re my age? you think you’re gonna be CURED?? you think the witches’ curse will have been lifted by then?? cmon now

I was here first why should I have to leave

just gonna reblog this forever because i love fat people and we deserve fuckin basic human dignity and respect regardless of our weight

"came back wrong" sure yeah that's cool i guess "came back suicidal" now you're talking

came back imprisoned by obligation to bear responsibility for the love and grief that others feel for you. came back painfully aware of the horror of existence. came back to a life you cannot bear to live anymore, to a body you cannot bear to call yours.

there is this controversy going on on TikTok where a girl made a video about how she is unemployed and disabled due to currently going through cancer treatment and how the loss of SNAP benefits was going to effect her. and the MAGA crowd found her and ripped her to shreds because she was a young “healthy-looking” girl with dyed hair. the most baffling part was all of the people saying things like “My dad had cancer and he worked EVERYDAY until he died! No excuses, you lazy bitch!” which is soooo wild. it is crazy how many members of the conservative ‘blue collar’ crowd love to brag about being fucked over and killed by capitalism. that is not a flex, quite the opposite, if anything that is insanely pathetic and sad. maybe your daddy would still be alive if we had socialized medicine and better sick leave policies but no, he worked himself to fucking death and you want a 20 something young woman to die the same pathetic fate. we need to start telling these people ‘that is so sad, I feel sorry for you’ instead of pretending this is in the scope of good work ethic. because it’s fucked up the things they’re going through and patting themselves on the back for. maybe if they felt less proud of being fucked over by the system, they’d work to change it.

You need to realize these people can’t be saved because they don’t want to be saved and want everybody else to suffer the way they/their family did. Best to let them suffer.

No? I think that attitude is how the left got its reputation as elitist and against the everyman in the US. If someone is told from birth their only value comes from the labor they can provide, they’ll believe it and they’ll externalize that belief. That person who is working themselves to death has a family, has children who will be excited to repeat their father and grandfather’s cycle of being exploited into an early grave. You have to keep trying. I’m saying this as someone from Appalachia. ‘Best to let them suffer.’ is antithetical to worker’s rights and human rights in general.

These people will be like “I’m about to be the 3rd generation in my family to die an early death after working in a coal mine my entire adult life.” and these heartless ghouls will be like “Well, you deserve it. You’re nothing.” which is exactly what their bosses tell them.

thinking about how ursula k leguin said "what goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives" and how everyday i wake up slightly different and i can feel myself shed the skin of who i used to be slowly, slowly, until i look back and can scarcely recognise who i was... but also she is still a part of me, part of the leaf litter and the humus, supporting me as i send new roots down and new leaves stretching up to the sunlight

they're hiring me at the extra virgin olive oil factory as the oathsworn knight who protects the chastity of the olives