Live with intent.

my first boss had a bit he liked to use on people, he'd go, "why do you have brakes on your car?" and of course you'd be like uhhhh what well I guess so you can slow down? and then he'd got you, he'd say no. the brakes are there so you can go faster. imagine driving without brakes! you'd have to move at .1 miles per hour all the time because otherwise if you ever ran into an obstacle you'd die. and this is the same thing (my boss would say) as taking breaks while you are working. if you don't take breaks, you can't move at all.

That boy is going places.

if I could shapeshift I would just roleplay Escaped Zoo Chimp for several hours any time I felt stressed out. occasionally spice it up and do Escaped Zoo Elephant. maybe set off some car alarms. steal a sandwich

if I was feeling EXTRA stressed I would just be a Normal Zoo Chimp at the zoo. sit in a hammock. bare my teeth and make a small child upset. fake-lunge at a zookeeper. have a little Chimpy Chuckle

They found the last golden ticket . So that’s just it then . Fuck my stupid horrible pathetic life. Cabbage soup for dinner again , my stupid mothtsr. Grandpa Joe said he’s sorry but I know he doesn’t really give a fuck . And who gives a fuck about the other three old people in my house . Whatever their names is. Fuck fuck fuck it’s all worthless . They even made fun of me at school for only buying like 3 wonka bars. Nepo pricks . Fuck my stupid life it’s all fucked it’s all fucked . And my last name is bucket

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

I saw a post on a terf blog before I blocked it from someone being like "Ummm is anybody else really concerned about the rise of antisocial kinks like pissing" and it made me laugh so hard I almost did a little antisocial kink myself

USING A HITACHI WAND TO JERK OFF IN YOUR 20'S: lol "back massager" yeah right they knew what this was really gonna be used for USING A HITACHI WAND ON YOUR BACK AFTER AN 8-HOUR SHIFT IN YOUR 30'S: ooo heaven is a place on my spine

Just a casual reminder that posting on the internet about how you would want to do physical harm to members of the US government is something that they can (and will) detain you over, so just be careful what you say in public spaces like, uh, on Tumblr.

this is your semi-regular reminder that tumblr has cooperated with the fbi to hand over user information in a very public way at least once. and that's not the only way the feds can collect information on you either

Do not let gamers near nonbinary characters

Interpreted this initially not as shelves, but as your cat having erected defensive fortifications