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theirhappyistooloud:

fucking thank you

theirhappyistooloud:

fucking thank you

whiskeyandmisanthropy:

But will you still have the patience to listen then?

Poignant ^_^

whiskeyandmisanthropy:

But will you still have the patience to listen then?

Poignant ^_^

thelilymaiden:

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Well things and stuff. Things will always things and stuff is really just stuff. I’m glad you’re in this world Anabutt <3

Why is it that whenever I try to be funny people think I’m either being mean or being extremely depressed? Tell me all the things, Taylorface.

I’m really bad at sarcasm is the easy answer :P

All the things is a lot of things. Hooboy. I ought to find and repost a few breathtaking shots of outer space things to demonstrate all of the things without writing a giant block of text. Perhaps later :3

Work goes. Making smoothies for strangers is honestly something I’d be willing to do even if I wasn’t paid for it, just to divide up my day with something other than sleeping and Runescape/Dragon Nest. I’ve been playing old nostalgic games, and they’ve sucked me back in.

News is depressing, but that’s hardly new :w I miss y’all. I won’t be back in Bellingham until Winter Quarter, but tis melancholy being here in this high school town without any college peeps to hit on with my usual ineptitude and then befriend. 

Do I have to be an adult?

recoverfromhate:

Let’s Dance to Joy Division by The Wombats

This. This is the source of all my pent-up rage and anxiety. I see the world headed to the trash heap and the shit just keeps piling up. Ferguson, racial crimes and their denials by experts and analysts, shootings, wars, and inflexible morals that fail to meet any ethical standard but one&#8217;s own twisted benefit. I see people doing unsustainable things all the time and I just watch and gather a little more rage, a little more anxiety, and I feel that rubber band ready to snap and thrust everything into anarchy and chaos.
I&#8217;ve made my peace being as passive as I am, but that only makes it worse; being here, watching. It&#8217;s hard to be truly content and happy these days, and I keep failing to see why people can&#8217;t just be kind without reservations and caveats. 
What the hell ever happened to altruism?

recoverfromhate:

Let’s Dance to Joy Division by The Wombats

This. This is the source of all my pent-up rage and anxiety. I see the world headed to the trash heap and the shit just keeps piling up. Ferguson, racial crimes and their denials by experts and analysts, shootings, wars, and inflexible morals that fail to meet any ethical standard but one’s own twisted benefit. I see people doing unsustainable things all the time and I just watch and gather a little more rage, a little more anxiety, and I feel that rubber band ready to snap and thrust everything into anarchy and chaos.

I’ve made my peace being as passive as I am, but that only makes it worse; being here, watching. It’s hard to be truly content and happy these days, and I keep failing to see why people can’t just be kind without reservations and caveats. 

What the hell ever happened to altruism?

Aang deals with cultural appropriation - (x)

eleanasound:

The Last Japanese Mermaids 

For nearly two thousand years, Japanese women living in coastal fishing villages made a remarkable livelihood hunting the ocean for oysters and abalone, a sea snail that produces pearls. They are known as Ama. The few women left still make their living by filling their lungs with air and diving for long periods of time deep into the Pacific ocean, with nothing more than a mask and flippers.

In the mid 20th century, Iwase Yoshiyuki returned to the fishing village where he grew up and photographed these women when the unusual profession was still very much alive. After graduating from law school, Yoshiyuki had been given an early Kodak camera and found himself drawn to the ancient tradition of the ama divers in his hometown. His photographs are thought to be the only comprehensive documentation of the near-extinct tradition in existence

stunningpicture:

Imagine if megalodon sharks were around today

*_*

stunningpicture:

Imagine if megalodon sharks were around today

*_*

I don't understand why somebody would fuck you. you are a disgusting, mentally ill person and a fat weight gaining dwarf.
Anonymous

misscherry:

glasmond:

Okay, I finally got the time to answer to this.

I figure you are the same person who sent me the other asks and shamed me on /mlp/, hm? If not, that’s not that important anyway, cause I would say the same thing to all of you people.

I know that kind of tone, those kinds of words. They are caused by pain and jealousy. Only a few - if no one ever - told you that you are worthwhile the way you are. They told you to loose weight, they told you to act sane, to be pretty and perfect and nice. By television, friends, parents, foes, bullies. 

But you know what? They are all wrong. They do this to you because it was done to them. They are not able to see the beauty and worth you carry because the are blind of pain. And you will never have a constant happiness if you don’t manage to break out of this circle.

Your body is a beautiful creation. Your soul might be wounded, but it’s worthwhile, too. Your shape is individual, your flaws are just as exciting as your pros. You are the most important person in your life, and you should love this person. You should love your body as it cares for you - it makes you breath, it healths you, it let your regenerate your energy. It literally loves you. Break out of the circle and out of the darkness, you can do it. I know it, because I’ve been in there for a very long time. And once you did it, words won’t hurt you anymore. Because you know it better and know why they are spoken.

This is a perfect, glorious answer.

Y’all should read this! Whenever you feel bad about yourself and whenever you want to be mean to somebody because something doesn’t sit right with you.

Love yourself. It will make your life so much easier and happier.

I’ve been thinking of how to respond to this for a couple days now and I think I’ll take a stab. The crux of all of this is, I think, someone attempting to pass off hatespeach as something that anyone could say, or that anyone could think. Hiding behind a veil of anonymity as if you aren’t the only one who thinks such dark hatreds of another. People are the most noble and savage of beings, capable of the most noble and savage ends. Spewing insults onto another who hardly exists in your life seems to only vindicate one’s hatred of that very projection—if nothing else, Anon seems to want their accusations to be true regardless of their actual truth value. Perhaps that’s simply a flaw in human egoism: everyone wants to be right. 

We write our own epitaphs though. As an anon, what could this possibly be conducive towards? Surely not truth: by hiding yourself, you kill any attempt at conversation with two sides, leaving the insulted to deal with the reception of the insulting message. Nothing gets settled or dealt with, and the best we can walk away with is some agreement and conviction. These comments were cruel and from a masked hater. There’s not much else to be said—masks remain, no justice can be salvaged, and the insulter remains sanguine in their convictions because they can’t ever be called to account for their actions.

Senseless finger-pointing.

I may as well be anonymous myself—nobody on this site really knows me, aside from my name, and it’s a measly 5 letters. I could be anyone. If you’re going to insult someone, at least respect yourself enough to leave your name; people ought to know who spits in their coffee.

…and there’s my 10 cents. In an unrelated note, I think the three of you are marvelous ^_^ Thankyou for having your blog.

So much snarkasm.