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I was skimming through my followers list and there are people following me on both of my blogs without knowing it’s me and that’s really weird.
I always imagine tumblr user thatsnothowitworks as acting like that woman from the esurance ads, the one who gets frustrated and yells, “that’s not how it works! That’s not how any of this works!”
i love that commercial.
that’s my favorite commercial get your own
If you honestly signed that “destroy all cishets” petition, I have no respect for you.
You are why the amount of signatures had to be raised; because people were abusing the petition system for stupid shit like this. You are why petitions for legitimate causes have failed to reach their goal, because the limit had to be raised because assholes like you abused the system.
I hope you’re fucking proud of yourself.
"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?"
"Probably sitting at the kitchen table with my dad, an hour after my mother died, realizing we had to figure out what we were going to do for lunch."
Seriously, an hour after your mother died and you’re thinking about lunch??
A fucking hour?
Never mind the fact two grown humans couldn’t fend for themselves for a meal without this poor woman.
…uuuuuhhhh, I think the point is that they had an automatic reaction due to family ritual and habit. …and a crushing sadness, the practical, absolute truth that she was gone from their mundane, every day existence hit them like a ton of bricks. And the real grieving could begin.
Like, that’s how the realization of loss WORKS. Ten thousand reblogs says plenty of people understand that.
My father was killed in a car accident when I was a teenager, I don’t make the comment out of ignorance. The problem I have with this memory is that it occured to him an hour after her death, and it was his saddest memory.
Yes, loss can roll over you and catch you unawares with a stupid mundane thing. But an hour after your parent dies, you’re not thinking about lunch, you just aren’t. So many occasions after that hour are going to over run that one memory that you realize is dumb and small and selfish.
Obviously he has every right to feel that way, but I’m still going to think he’s a selfish short sighted twat for it.
Hey I lost my dad when I was fucking 11 and I just want to say that people grieve in a million different ways and you need to get over yourself.
i was 10 when my mom died. she had died the day before my adoptive parents had told me, and the day they broke the news i remember that we ordered pizza, which was odd, because we almost never did. after they told me, i became really, really interested in the food, washing the dishes, cleaning my room, and doing homework, just everyday stuff, for the rest of the day. i wanted something to get my mind off of it.
i’m still grieving, almost a decade later, and for years after, every time my parents ordered take out there was a thought in the back of my mind that something bad had happened or something. moral of the story: don’t ever fucking tell someone that they’re wrong for grieving just because it’s different from the way you do it.
When my grandfather died I just HAD to walk through the ghetto in the middle of the night to the gas station and buy some m&ms. One little baggy wasn’t enough, either. I had to go get 4 king sized bags. I just had to. I didn’t want to cry or talk, I just needed those stupid m&ms for no particular reason.
Wow do they rant on for ages
holy shit what even happened there
For the third time in two years, feminists at a major Canadian university interrupt a male issues lecture on campus. The feminists yelled and talked over the speaker, blew air horns in the lecture room, and later pulled a fire alarm to silence the lecture
If you are silencing someone for speaking an opposing view, you are not oppressed.
jesus christ people are just savages now
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Lmao the size of a bottle cap. It’s honestly the biggest I’ve ever seen. In New York this is huge lol we’ve been looking for it for days. It was a little bigger before I killed it.
Here in florida we have spiders as big as my hand. There’s also a giant type of spider that carries around it’s egg sack and I was trying to step on one the other day but then it jumped onto my shoe and dropped it’s egg sack inside and then a million babies emerged and crawled up my leg god bless