The story of car bloat—the continually expanding size of the typical American automobile—is one of carmaker profit, shifting consumer preferences, and loophole-riddled auto regulations. It is also a story of hidden costs: to the planet, to taxpayers, and to the American families whose lives have been shattered by a crash that could have been avoided, or at least mitigated, with a smaller vehicle.

How Cars Turned Into Giant Killers

It is now 14:00 GMT merc team meeting is probably starting and all we can do now is just wait until a couple hours from now for whatever announcement they're making

fizzy’s top 10 things to cry about!

going to work

"wHy dO yOu hAtE Men?!" babe incels literally exist

noooo way we gotta throw the whole security council away this shit is not working no more 💀

ugh.

I'm sorry I've been so absent. I'm really trying to post more for you all.

more info under the cut

i think ive mentioned that i have various health issues and conditions before

the big ones affecting me right now are seasonal affective disorder, fribromyalgia/chronic pain syndrome, and plantar fasciitis in both feet and on top of all that, i am currently transitioning.

theres a lot of financial strain on me at the moment; my fiance's income is the only one we have. i'm too disabled to work a regular job but not disabled enough to receive disability income. thanks america. but yeah i owe over $1400 to various medical offices in addition to the ongoing copays for my various meds (a month's worth of t is $60), thanks america, AND i'm about to turn 26 next month, after which i will no longer be able to be on my parents' health insurance, thanks america.

all that to say that if i continue to be somewhat absent I'm very sorry

never wanna front again but i have to

Unfinished doodles, am I right?-

Edwina was never allowed to grieve. First she was rushed to put on a show for the ton and act like the failed wedding was a mutual decision during the promenade. Then she had to team up with the Bridgertons and act like “there is no scandal or ill will.” Lady Danbury and Mary both said that Edwina still had a chance to find a suitor as if that even mattered. Being lied to traumatised Edwina so deeply, she no longer believed in happiness.

She couldn’t grieve the loss of a life she was raised on and worked so hard for. Her pain was only acknowledged by Kate while everyone was more preoccupied by salvaging their reputation. How devastating must it have been to have her trauma dismissed in favour of keeping up appearances? And as soon as she decided to live for herself, she was forced to adopt a fake persona. Despite all of this, Edwina played the part for her family.

The show is to blame for cramming too much in 2 episodes and bad writing. Mary who valued love above judgement and titles was more concerned about the ton’s feelings than her child’s... What. But I’ll never forget how fans saw a young Brown woman in a world of hurt still putting her family first and went “she’s a egoistic bitch throwing a tantrum.” 

SCREAMS AT MY CEILING . THE PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL SYSTEM IN AMERICA IS EVIL AND NOW I HAVE TO GO HAVE A FUCKING ANXIETY ATTACK ABOUT IT this isnt fucking fair dude. i was sick for a fucking week (had to go to the doctors) and then i had to go on that stupid fucking family trip that i hated (during which i had almost. no free time) and now im failing all my fucking classes because of it. huh. make it make sense

i try soooo hard every day and noone appreciates it

i,,,, may or may not,,,, have a crush on this girl from my class,,,, and hopefully my brain serves correctly when i say this and isn’t trying to play tricks with me even though it might,,,,,, i think she likes me back,,,,,, and idk if should confess or not,,,,,, its too early,,,,,

i hate living in the city. i hate having no transportation to the rez. i feel so disconnected from my people and myself. i can’t get my hands on a hand drum, i can’t get beadwork, i can’t get real moccasins, i can’t even figure out how to source the materials to make stuff myself without supporting non-indigenous sellers. every time i see a shitty crochet dreamcatcher being sold by some white people, it’s like rubbing salt in an already gaping wound. this fuck sucks this fucking sucks this fucking sucks. i hate it here.

shoutout to my co-worker for sending me a passive aggressive message on teams about how i’m doing something wrong even though i’m doing it the way i was taught by my SUPERVISOR, thus making me cry in my cubicle at 8:33 in the morning

is this massacre happening because we were all crying about having to do extra time + penalty kicks earlier

All I want for Christmas is to stop being a burden or problem to everyone I meet