You’ve recently died and gone to heaven, only it’s not what you’d expected. Instead of white clouds and angels with harps, it’s a secret fight club where residents duke it out for fun.l, having spent centuries honing their abilities.
You’ve only just turned up, and you’ve been given a free bet on the day’s big match: Winston Churchill vs Walt Disney
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Kinda wanna be kissed kinda wanna be stabbed
While he’s having a smoke
and she’s taking a drag
When Anaïs Nin said “I despise my own hypersensitiveness. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.”? I wish I hadn’t felt that
doctor who ruined other shows for me like ur show has a set canon and follows a strict set of rules? what are you? a coward?
some middle aged white dude who has never had a problem with his perfectly sculpted body in his life: Does replacing our flesh with metal and circuits… disconnect us from humanity? When you replace man with machine… how long does the soul stay connected?
literally anyone who has had a limiting physical condition, interacted with prosthetics or assistance devices: You really don’t understand the ‘Punk’ of Cyberpunk, do you?
Something a lot of early cyberpunk’s modern imitators don’t seem to grasp is that the reason early cyberpunk treats cybernetic modification with suspicion is because those modifications are often performed against the recipients’ will at the behest of state and corporate interests. It’s an explicit metaphor for the commodification of bodily autonomy under capitalism – and it draws a direct line to contemporary abuses of the same. It’s not by accident that the first chromed-out street samurai to grace the pages of cyberpunk literature is a woman.
Alton Brown needs to do a Good Eats episode on the female orgasm
listen, when i go to open my mouth & what comes out is 12 degrees of seperation from what the original topic was, u need to connect the dots bitch. think fast. i’m not gonna hold ur hand but we’re leaving now and visiting every topic along the line. wave it goodbye, don’t get hung up on it
behavioural and emotional patterns of living in abuse:
- you spend most of your time shut in your room
- you’re scared of footsteps approaching your door
- you prefer not to come out unless there’s nobody home
- when they come back you run to your room/safe place
- you’re nervous and anxious if you have to spend time in presence of others
- you try to get away from your home, you wish you could live somewhere else
- your self-confidence is very low
- you worry about making too much noise (have a feeling you’ll get yellet at
or abused for it)- you try to move around as silently as possible and try to not be noticed by
anyone- you feel uncomfortable and uneasy sitting at the same table as rest of
family/housemates- you don’t feel like you belong here
- you feel like a burden to your housemates
- you don’t feel like you’re worth having around or supporting in any way
- you don’t feel like anyone will ever love you or believe in you
- you don’t feel like anything you do is good enough
- you can’t stand someone watching you do things like cleaning or anything
else you need to get done- you try really hard to still find good points about your life and cling to
them- you strongly worry that you are somehow worse than anyone else
- you feel like you’re behind on everyone and that you’re failing to live
your life properly- you don’t feel like anything would have changed if you died, or even that
it would be better if you didif you’re experiencing most of this, you’re going through abuse. Your value
isn’t in any way less than other humans, and you are absolutely not any kind of
burden. You are human who is forced to live in a way humans aren’t meant to
live. You are in living conditions that disable you from feeling happy,
fulfilled, or even seeing yourself as a human being. You are suffering. What is being done to you
is not okay. You deserve better than this.
like I have drunk coffee everyday since i hit, 16 so take this with a grain of salt but. i feel it’s just started getting, addiction-y this over last month. ive started feeling like, Fuck, I need a coffee Right Now, or i’ll explode. it was just a thing i did before without feeling like I Needed to. and I don’t like it it’s just making me more tense. idk what’s different, I’ve been roughly this stressed for ages, ive been this prone to addiction for ages, have my other ways of coping gotten worse or worn out or, what, idk
my dryad gf: [presents me with the seventeenth nice crunchy leaf she’s found today]
me, already taking my clothes off: god you’re so fucking valid
