twinkle twinkle little star
why is art so fuCKING HARD
twinkle twinkle little star
why is art so fuCKING HARD
twinkle twinkle little FUCK
dammit
what the-
I give up.
This is my anthem
that “you’re always invited” stuff doesn’t work for me you have to personally invite me or else I’ll feel like I’m showing up uninvited
Sounds like something a vampire would say
Little known fact that vampires have near crippling social anxiety.
I MADE ACTUAL FRIENDS DOING THIS BEFORE
Please please please do I want to meet you.
DO IT
JUST DO IT
Ayeeee I wouldn’t mind
Always!! Come talk to me, say ‘Hi!’, whatever!
my little brother just fucking threw a milk carton at me wtf how dairy
how could you make me read this with my own eyes
I was watching my little niece today. She’s seven and the definition of spoiled brat. She knows I don’t take much of it though, and is pretty good when her parents aren’t around. Unfortunately, she’s been taught to respond to the unknown or ‘scary’ with fear instead of curiosity.
So this morning she runs up to me, shrieking about a spider in the basement and wants me to go kill it.
Firstly, there are lots of spiders in the basement. Secondly, I like spiders. They do good things for the environment and cut down on the bugs-I-don’t-like population. Thirdly, I’m hella lazy. My kiddo had just fallen asleep and I wasn’t getting off the couch for anything less than armageddon. A spider wasn’t going to cut it.
So I ask her what kind of spider. When she looks confused, I briefly describe the local wolf spider, jumping spider, and orb weavers. She doesn’t look like she cares, but I say I won’t go down there unless I know what I’m dealing with. She runs off and comes back telling me it’s a wolf spider.
So I ask her how big it is. She fetches a ruler, I show her how to use it, and she runs off. Comes back with her finger on the ruler to show where the spider made it to. You can guess how close she got to the ‘scary spider’.
So I ask her what it looks like. Colors and patterns and whatever. She goes downstairs, comes back and tries to badly explain. Then she borrows my phone to go take a picture. This transitions into a quick lesson on how to take a photo when all she gets is blurriness.
So we end up on the internet after she gets her picture, finding out exactly what kind of spider it is and what it eats and why it’s okay to not kill the spider. She decides to name it Leggy. Then she runs downstairs and proceeds to take pictures of all the other spiders and various bugs she can find.
So I get her a jar. We poke holes in the lid and she carefully collects the best of the bugs, although she’s a bit heartbroken when she can’t find Leggy anymore.
By the time her mother comes to pick her up, she’s got a dozen spiders, a centipede, and a silverfish for pets. All have names, many have been drawn on the paper next to it, along with a plan for how to feed them and keep them alive.
The look on my sister-in-law’s face at the sight of the jar of ‘pets’ will delight me forever. :)
why do parents get so upset about little things like goddamn I left a plate in the sink not a dead body
do you ever get so annoyed at everything that you start to get pissed off at even little things like a spoon clinking against a bowl or sounds of people talking
I think it’s called sensory overload. It’s really common in people with anxiety
it can also be a result of sleep deprivation, stress, or ever dehydration !!
People say, “Oh, well, pornography—that’s for masturbation, nobody can get hurt that way.” But orgasm is a very serious reward, isn’t it? Think of Pavlov’s little dogs, right? They don’t just think about salivating; they salivate. They do it because they learned it. Period. Now think about pornography. The dehumanization is a basic part of the content of all pornography without exception. Pornography in this country in the last ten years has become increasingly violent by every measure, including Playboy, including all the stuff you take for granted; and every single orgasm is a reward for believing that material, absorbing that material, responding to that value system: having a sexual response to stuff that makes women inferior, subhuman.