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showing someone something that's layered and well-constructed for the first time sucks because every five minutes you have to stop yourself from saying "daaaaaamn with the context you don't have this moment kinda goes hard though"

I love you PBS I love you NPR I love you public libraries I love you wikipedia I love you project gutenberg I love you librivox I love you libby I love you hoopla I love you openlibrary I love you internet archive I love you resources that make information free and accessible to the public

feeling like patrick bateman every time i try to tell a counselor or therapist about my dissociative symptoms. their complete lack of comprehension isn't distressing anymore this is part of my essential tactic to win therapy.

i need to press that man like a flower. get in the book boy

I'm like a cenobite if they were exploring the further regions of hanging out and chilling

People on my dash were destielposting and my immediate thought was 'Oh I should double check that I'm registered to vote' my neural pathways are a lost cause

i am chronically online but not in a way that others recognise unless they are also an active tumblr user in the year 2023 🫡

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!

to be perfectly honest. i don't care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be

Every time I rewatch breaking bad I’m completely STUNNED by how fast Walt resorts to cooking meth to pay his medical bills. He doesn’t try literally anything else before resorting to meth. He finds out he has cancer and then immediately contacts the first meth dealer he can find and is like “let’s be partners.” Like I cannot emphasize enough that cooking meth was Walter White’s FIRST resort, not his last. His old college friends even offer him an executive position at an immensely successful business he helped found so the health insurance would cover most of it and his pay would more than cover the rest, and he turns it down because he doesn’t want “handouts.” The story of breaking bad is about Walters descent into immorality and depravity but he really fucking hurtles off the diving board at the first chance he got and ignored the people throwing him life preserves.

This is why I don't watch mainstream television. The whole pre, pro, and post production crew all knew they were profiting off of glorifying meth usage to millions of impressionable viewers and they did it with glee.

This is so funny. You thought Breaking Bad was about how doing meth is cool?

are you implying big meth funded Breaking Bad?

So let me get this straight. You're saying that it's unrealistic for a terminally ill, under paid, high-school chemistry teacher who feels lost and without support, to act irrationally and take a self destructive option out of pride, imposter syndrome, and the fear of rejection?

Im not even going to respond properly to this. Hey everybody check this take out.

the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you’re supposed to help your friends move even if it’s hard work. or stay up with them when they’re sad even if you’re gonna lose sleep. you’re supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that’s how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they’re sick. you’re supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there’s actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.