Silver Tongue

Jun 23

o-ceti:

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happy pride month

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my-insanity-is-an-artform:

malus-syl-vestris:

madqueensarah:

I don’t understand how on TV, people can break into homes and immediately find bank statements, passports and super important documents. If someone tried that at my place it would be “I’m sure she keeps her important stuff in her desk. No, wait, this draw is full of pens that don’t work. Aha! This box looks important! Oh, never mind. It’s full of cigarette lighters. She doesn’t even smoke!”

*I* can’t even find my own important documents in my own home half the time. If someone breaks in and instantly finds my stuff they’re hired

Robber, standing in the middle of the room: Now, if I were an anxious, possibly undiagnosed ADHD, bisexual disaster with a really bad memory, where would I put the documents?

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jester-mereel:

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my favorite tumblr ecosystem

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touhouweed:

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one reason I love tumblr is like it has so many ways ti express yourself via text and the blogger’s personality really comes out with how they utilize the tools they’ve beeb given

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take for instance these users, utilizing one of tumblr’s many functions to bully me

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pocket-ghost:

vizinix:

ruckenfigurs:

public (trans)port . gnc subway etc

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THE DOWN WITH CIS BUS?!

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william-snekspeare:

william-snekspeare:

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working memory bad 💚

ALTERNATE ENDING:

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there are lots of coping mechanisms out there but this is the only method that (sometimes) works on my wretched brain. can’t remember? predict the Future

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ztimpak:

some creepypasta from 2011: and the cartoon man…had hyper realistic eyes…and everything was red…

me at age 12:

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weirdkev27:

highhornybabe-deactivated202201:

mysharona1987:

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This is presented as a feel good story.

As someone who’s worked multiple jobs at once for over 10 years and still struggles to support myself… this is not a feel good story. I nearly worked myself to death (not an exaggeration). I missed out on a lot of childhood experiences and opportunities that many of my peers had. I’ve struggled to maintain close personal relationships because my entire life has been focused on how to make sure I have enough money to survive.


I’m slowly trying to reconfigure my view of work, money, my worth, and what’s truly important to me.


I can tell you with 100% certainty that working every day during my teenage years and having nothing to show for it is absolutely not important and was not worth all the pain and missed love.

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funnytwittertweets:

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