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annoying trivial problems:

the loop in my head right now is “ba ba ba ba barbara ann” or “get up ah get on up”. not the whole songs, just those lines. one of them will be repeating and repeating and repeating and when i’m about ready to tear out the part of my brain responsible for auditory processing it will switch to the other one and i’ll feel relief for half a second before the whole thing starts again.

reallyreallyreallytrying:

I’m like, “it’s cool, guy, probably when they get in there they won’t have enough room to move around much so there probably won’t be much damage, right,” and I keep herding the bulls into the china shop.

So the china shop owner guy is still worried, I guess, but he’s no dummy. He know cows can’t walk backwards. So he lets me herd them in to his shop because now he’s signed on for this experiment he might as well see how it turns out.

"That’s all the bulls," I say, shutting the shop door and waving at a taxi. "Wait a minute," the shop guy says, "where are you going? What am I supposed to do with all these bulls? What about the experiment?"

"I don’t care about the experiment," I tell him, breezily. "Do whatever you want. Sell them, for all I care. It’s none of my business."

Then he’s all, my shop, yada yada, everything broken, all the plates and cups and whatever, blah blah. So I’m like, “Why do you need cups so much, guy???”

Later, I find out that the guy was a Nazi or something, which works out for me.

I was at an all you can eat Indian buffet and I saw a bunch of possibly girls with short rainbow hair and tattoos all over and lots of cleavage and in my head i was like “notice me i am one of youuuuu”

this is pretty much the explanation for any and all lapses of communication through tumblr, facebook, and any other kind of online or RL medium.

this is pretty much the explanation for any and all lapses of communication through tumblr, facebook, and any other kind of online or RL medium.

wtffanfiction:

Fandom: Supernatural
“Dean absolutely hated fighting with Sam. He loathed it.  It ate away at his insides like a metal spoon scooping out the soft flesh of a cantaloupe.”

wtffanfiction:

Fandom: Supernatural

“Dean absolutely hated fighting with Sam. He loathed it.  It ate away at his insides like a metal spoon scooping out the soft flesh of a cantaloupe.”

vastderp:

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You could put a disclaimer on your blog that unironically lists your various disprivileges, because you do have loads. But that would negate most of the things you are trying to say, wouldn’t it?

unfortunately :(

the whole laundry list thing bothers me in principle. i don’t like the assumption that a person should be able to look up your allegiance before making value judgments about your argument, and that’s what the privilege/oppression lists do. if you can’t tell who i am from my sidebar, you’ll have to talk to me to get my measure.

this is why i am so frequently mischaracterized as an MRA, a racist, an anti-transgender bigot, and all the other dumb shit that gets said—because no one wants to consider, they want to check items on a list and either give my argument a pass because i am oppressed or shut it down because i’m insufficiently miserable to make it. sure, i can fix the problem if i just display my credentials for anyone who comes looking. but i won’t do that, because fuck people who need my personal information before they can decide if they agree with me or not.

partyshoggoth:

do you ever stop and realize that people probably discuss you from time to time when you arent around to witness it

not , even in a specifically positive or negative way just like

people mention you, or think of you, you occur to people sometimes

thats the most unnerving thing that i can think of, thats so weird, that i exist to people when im not even interacting with them

A while ago i was at a summer program taking a class in which the people were divided into two sections. I was talking to a friend in the other section who mentioned in passing that her group had apparently had a brief discussion about me. My reaction was pretty much as follows:

Me: what.

Her: Only a little.

Me: What did…you…talk…about…?

Her: How open you are about your sexuality.

Me: !!!!!?!!

Her: You know how you write about it and mention it sometimes casually like it’s not a big deal.

Me: …

Her: We admire you.

Me: …….

Me: …

Me: …

Me: …thank…you…?

"There’s one more thing."

Hi tumblr!

illustriousplaticorn:

I.. uh, I made a tumblr. I haven’t really figured out how to use it, so please enjoy this adorable picture I just took of one of my chicks in a teacup.

I’ll post a crochet pattern later I think

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CLOVER?!?1?!?!!!!!!

SHE IS SO CUTE

(this is michelle by the way. welcome to tumblr ;) )