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I've seen some posts trying to make fun of former gifted kids by comparing them to former student athletes who insist that they could have gone pro if not for a specific injury, and those posts always backfire, because my reaction to them is "You're right, we should treat former student athletes with more compassion than we currently do"

I went from being very physically active to getting the "your body doesn't make energy properly anymore" disability so I can completely understand the grief that comes with circumstances outside your control destroying parts of you you were once proud of and locking you out of the life you could have had. It's not a good feeling.

[Polish. A red writing on the wall saying "no smoking" changed to "beating meat compulsory" with a black sharpie]

i love you archival work. i love you alphabetizing. i love you sorting. i love you reshelving. i love you document restoration. i love you shelf reading. i love you inventorying. i love you analysis. i love you archival work.

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vibrator store, you CANNOT send me an email that says "she deserves to feel good" with a discount code for mother's day, you CANNOT be doing that

For all its faults Tumblr has truly ruined all other social media for me because my friends all have Instagram and are all trying to get me on Instagram more but every time I open Instagram there are like fifteen things screaming for my attention and when I get over myself long enough to start scrolling it's like. Where is my chronological dash. Where is the following-only option. Who are these people. Why are there so many videos. Everyone is screaming at me. And then before I know it I'm thirty minutes into scrolling and I haven't seen a single thing that I actually care about. At least on Tumblr when I see stuff I don't care about I know someone I follow has found a new interest.

"Oh, I wish Giorno had met Dio" fuck Giorno. Abbacchio, you would have hated Dio. You would have seen him walk into the bar and thought "Man, this bitch is a fucking bitch", taken a big sip out of your giant wine cup and next thing you know you would have woken up butt naked in the most expensive bed known to man with two other men one of which is on the floor and three women one of which is dead, also Dio is on the bed too reading a philosophy book and drinking out of a bigger, more expensive wine cup.