9 snakes in a trenchcoat

I don't know why you guys are so afraid it's just a memory

Dealing with some scary mystery medical shit right now, so the Mary Oliver is hitting harder than usual

Sometimes knitting is making stitches and sometimes knitting is untangling yarn. They both move the project forward even though only one actually looks like progress.

"Regulations don't exist because governments enjoy them" is an important statement here. The government has to spend money and labor to enforce regulations. The government has to be begged for years and sometimes threatened by the American people into even creating the regulations. The people with the money want you to believe regulations are "BIG GOVERNMENT INFRINGING ON OUR FREEDOMS" so you'll help them undo the regulations your grandparents had to force that same government to install in the first fucking place. They count on you being ignorant of the past so they can make another round of dirty money by poisoning you all over again.

Whenever I hear "cutting red tape" I think of food inspections and water runoff rules. Whenever I hear someone complain that it's not fair, how they can't compete as a business with all these "unnecessary" regulations, I think of the safety guards on various industrial machines I've worked. "It's not fair that I could be making so much more money if I was allowed to lie cheat steal and harm the public" is not actually a winning take, and yet

Scars? Not body horror. Limb differences? Not body horror. Facial differences? Not body horror. Feeding tubes, colostomy bags, etc? Not body horror. Movement disorders? Not body horror. Visibly disabled people just existing is not horror.

I agree with you fundamentally, but I do think there's something to be said about the fact that many disabled people (myself included) find the body horror genre really captivating. Not so much the visual elements of it, but what it represents -- the actual horror of being a body at all, of knowing that this meat is finite and hungry and will, someday, consume you -- your mind, your spirit -- until there is nothing left of you. That you are your own cancer, that your body -- your greatest ally in this world -- will inevitably be your downfall.

We all know Furbies lay Orbeez eggs that Worms on a String hatch from, but did you know that when a Furby escapes captivity it will revert back to its feral long worm form in less than a year

What the fresh fuck

There really is nothing better than YTP speak. I feel like this could be its own language

I shouldn’t be laughing, I feel awful, but I’m just imagining you addressing a person this way.

When I'm not chronically online I'm an irl massage therapist and if a new client left that on their online intake form I admit I would be a little concerned but it would also definitely Make My Day.