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all i really want out of life is to be the second-weirdest person in my friend group

This but I want to be the second smartest. Because my ego demands I be in the top 3, but I don’t want to always be the one who has to shoot down a stupid fun idea.

Remember the “controversy” about Starbucks’ holiday cup just being red one year in an attempt to be inclusive? As if red is associated with all winter holidays?

I don't mind nudity on tv, I mind the sheer amount of unrealistic nudity. Nudity should be sexy approx. 2% of time. People don't keep their bits out bc we're sex maniacs, it's just fuckin comfy

but on a serious note nudity in media is sexualized to a dangerous degree, and contributes to really harmful puritan attitudes about our bodies. portray nudity as a normal, non-sexual thing, and stop demonizing body parts (breasts in particular)

"preteen child discovers magical realm and immediately decides to kidnap a fairy for a million dollar ransom" BLESS you Eoin Colfer, bless

This post is a good example of how being “able” to do something is supposed to mean “able to do it without hurting myself.”

i do NOT understand why it gets dark so early during winter. WE CONTROL THE CLOCKS!!!! I am making a unilateral decision to set the clocks forward 90 minutes. I am inventing a new time zone called That Feels About Right Time. I looked outside, it’s dark, it feels like 8pm. so that’s what time it is. 

who the FUCK is out there trying to make you believe the best 4 years of your life are in college??? Same punks trying to pretend those “best years” were in high school. That’s complete fucking nonsense. You don’t get your best years until your late 40s. At least 6 of em are saved for after retirement. Fuck offf

thank you, people keep telling me I’m supposed to be having the best time of my life right now in college and it’s making me terrified for what the rest of my life will be like if this wreck is my high point

#you’re gonna get your fucking gym badges later i promise

Young adulthood is about figuring out your criteria for your “best years.” Recognizing that this ain’t it, chief, and going to therapy. Deciding that you want to be a person who makes their bed in the morning and spending a weeks getting into the habit. Or maybe your best life involves going to college parties every weekend and sleeping around and you go do that (safely!).

Before the election I saw loads of ads for Trump’s campaign because I once clicked on one of the surveys to give a bunch of snarky answers. One of the ads I saw heavily implied that Harris and Pelosi were conspiring to impeach Biden as soon as he was elected so that Harris would be president instead. I don’t know how I was supposed to feel about it, because I’d kinda be fine with that honestly.

Sometimes I get people sliding into the notes on my tabletop roleplaying shitposts to give me hell about misusing the word “witch”, and on those occasions that I take a moment to look at their recent posting history… well, I’m not saying “the word ‘witch’ has exactly one meaning in every culture across all of history” is always code for “there is exactly one authentic experience of womanhood”, but there’s definitely a correlation between those two opinions.

To me, one of the beautiful things about witchcraft is that there is no authority on it. There’s no Wiccan Pope who gets the final say on what it means to be a witch, what spells are real, or which deities you should pray to if any. These are ideas that are passed on by word of mouth, shared between equals. So who gets to say that only certain women can be witches? Or that witches have to be women at all? And being a Creative Commons practice means that people develop wildly different belief systems. Your practice is unique to you.

For my final essay in a college writing course, the recommended length was about 6 pages, not including the Works Cited page. My submission was 17 pages long.

when it comes to imposter syndrome, i recommend mentally roleplaying as a Privileged White Dude. my persona is named Carson, he doesn’t give a fuck if he’s qualified for the job, he’s gonna go in & do the interview & smirk the whole time 

@ariadnespyns said: Mine is Braeden, who is never worried about taking space or being in the way. He puts his things away nicely in his wallet before moving away from the register at the grocery store, no matter how long it takes!

Hi, I’m Chris. Wanna know what I think? I will assume yes. Because we are having a conversation, so surely I’m meant to contribute. Maybe I’ll even start the conversation sometimes.

I recognize the Santa!!! The entire thing is 4 feet tall, and if you press a button on the stand, he dances and sings a Christmas carol. Or you can take the mic and use him as a speaker. My family has had one for over 10 years. For storage, the legs collapse. The head is also removable, and is meant to be stored under the torso, like how a penguin carries an egg between its feet.