forever thinking of the time i just wanted to know how long i could go without sleeping and google autofilled it to “in minecraft” without me realizing. you can imagine my shock and horror until i read the website title

kinda feels like we're dealing with the major ramifications of feminism being digested via enamel pins and tshirts with fun 70s throwback vibes and not as a serious critical framework to reshape our society

the way my partner talks about my ocd is so hilariously on point. for context, i experience a lot of verbal compulsions (feeling like i Have to Say a Certain Thing to magically fix another) and he just told me. "most of the time it's easy to spot a compulsion cause literally nobody asked"

humans in the Neolithic era sure loved to move around and go places and do things for reasons that are not clear to anyone

things that would be dope to be

the marble in spray paint

boulder at the bottom of a lake

the last leaf of autumn… take your sweet old time

lightbulb filament

grain of sand

pillbug that just discovered an insane composter

cumulonimbus cloud

silliest thing about my body is that I regularly experience precordial catch syndrome, which is basically the medical term for an extremely painful "twinge" in your chest cartilage that's not medically significant & which we can't really explain.

anyway, mine falls in the extreme in that the "twinges" can last several minutes and they range anywhere from "agh, minor inconvenience, I just need to sit still for a moment" to "this is the worst pain I've ever experienced in my entire life, the ethical thing to do now would be to shoot me."

the problem is, when it's the latter, I literally look deranged. the "catch" comes on so fast, mid-breath, I gasp in sudden agony, clutch my chest, and seethe in agony as I struggle for as much oxygen allowed in the shallowest breaths possible. sometimes it's so bad I end up on my knees or even lying on the floor, basically writhing in pain, clenching my teeth like I'm turning into a werewolf or something. and of course people are terrified. they're asking what's wrong, but I can't talk. They're asking if they should call 911, and I'm just shaking my head and holding up a "just a minute" finger and also groaning in anguish,

and then the silliest part of all is that the minute it ends, there's no residual pain. not even the ghost of it. it's gone as suddenly as it came and I catch my breath and I say, "WELL! Anyway," and I immediately try to get back to the conversation but nobody's ever quite receptive to that for SOME reason

So apparently some people new to Tumblr think a repost and a reblog are the same thing, so when they see creators asking for people to not repost, they're thinking the creators are saying to not reblog 😭

Y'all, a repost is when you copy/download the work and create a new post using the work making it seem as if it's yours. A reblog is you using a site provided feature to share the creator's post directly from the creator so that it's still credited to them and they still get all of the traction/notes from the work.

Please, reblog fics/art/etc. that you enjoy! Reblogging is not reposting! Creatives need support too, and reblogging is a way to do that!

"magic circle but the writer ran out of space" will never not be funny

hey. don't cry. h-o-t-t-o-g-o. you can take me hot to go.

Google ai working well and might as well have just called mr mime a faggot

Opabinia is a beautiful name for a girl

Water lore‼️‼️

detritivorous crab simulator: pour the crushed up bottom 1/8th of a bag of dry cereal onto a table. use a pair of small forceps to eat it crumb by crumb in the manner of a wretched little wet crustacean

I think I’m going to think about this youtube comment forever