i think banishment is the funniest possible spell you can cast on someone. like i'm not even going to fight you. YOU'RE going to leave. you have no choice.
a guy i banished to the desert 10 years ago finally tracks me down after years of plotting his revenge and i immediately banish him to the desert again
I'm loving this new trend of people going to zoos and participating in animal enrichment. We use to observe large exotic animals for our entertainment, but the fact is that we are now trying to make ourselves equally as entertaining for them. It's interactive, completely parpicipatory and I would argue that eventually someone's gonna come up with something new enough that it expland ethologists understanding about how some animals think, problem solve, communicate and feel and I think its fantastic.
Human: play?
Aquatic creature from an entirely different branch of the animal tree: play!
Something I really wish every internet user across the board was better at is recognizing when a post is made by someone who is clearly experiencing acute mental or emotional problems and in response being like “i hope that person gets the help they need. let me move on and not interact with their post though bc it’s none of my business”
I’m both pro herbal medicine and pro vaccination because you can treat burns with aloe vera juice and sore throats with lavender infused honey but you can’t rid a country of polio with plants.
THIS.
Don’t forget kids, jewelweed is a natural counteragent to poison ivy rashes but it won’t do shit against whooping cough
Mint for nausea, valerian and chamomile for sleep, antibiotics for fucking infections.
I’m in love with this post
The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.
The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.
I needed this tonight
If you’re looking for a sign not to then this is it. My inbox is open if you think talking to a stranger will help.
This is devastating and precious. Wow.
If anyone needs this, here you go. Just remember that somebody, somewhere always cares about you.
I have a few people who want to die on my blog. This is for you My inbox is always open
1. That time at the beginning of the relationship when I treated you like a queen/king/etc. was mostly just to lure you in.
2. I’m not in love with you. I’m in love with an idea I have in my head based on you, and also some fantasies I’ve had.
3. You’re not crazy. I just want you to think that.
4. Sometimes I get a glimpse of the reality of my behavior, but it’s too scary, so I shut it down and keep treating you the way I treat you.
5. I actually believe that it’s your job to meet my needs.
6. Your social support system terrifies me.
7. I hurt you because I want power and control, and I want power and control because it feels good and I’m insecure, scared, and weak.
8. I want you to believe that if you work hard enough you can fix the relationship, but that’s all a lie.
9. I keep telling you that you disappoint me because I want to keep you unstable and on the defensive.
10. Being alone is better than being with me.
(feel free to add more)
11. I will make arguments that are actually diametrically opposed to each other if that’s what it takes to see myself as a decent reasonable person who has been burdened by you. Pointing this out will enrage me.
And even if you are crazy, that doesn’t justify any of the things I’m doing to you.
12. You do not deserve to be treated like this. Nothing could ever make you deserve it.
13. Not all abusive relationships entail physical abuse.
14. I am calculatedly manipulative. I know what I’m doing. Everything I do and say, whether kind or cruel, is for a reason: to sustain my control over you.
15. I am a liar. I will always lie to you.
16. I will make sure that you pay for anything you do that makes me feel as though you have lessened my control over you.
17. I will attempt to destroy anything that takes your attention away from me, that makes me feel as though you are not centered on me, as though you do not “put me first”.
18. I will alienate you from those closest to you. I will make sure that you are too ashamed, too guilty, to share what is going on with others. And when you do share, you will blame yourself before you blame me.
19. I will go through your phone. I will read even the conversations you have with your mother. What you confide in her terrifies me. Your social support system terrifies me.
20. I will maintain the most docile, pleasant of public personas while I destroy you behind closed doors.
21. I was always this. I was never anything different.
22. Don’t think for a second that I won’t belittle you to my friends whether it be while your present or not. When you confront me, I will brush it off and tell you you’re overreacting.
23. I don’t love you, I just love the way you make me feel when it’s convenient.
24. I will tell you the right words, at the right time, just to keep you close enough to me that if you try to move on, you won’t want to.
25. Don’t think for one moment that I actually care about your mental, spiritual, emotional, and physical health. Because I don’t. Won’t stop me from saying I do though.
26. I don’t care about your sexual health either. Whatever happens, I didn’t do it. I know I did, but I simply don’t care.
27. Whatever makes you happy, I don’t really care about it, I just act like I do.
28. You’ve got low self-esteem? Let’s make it Lower. Let’s make you dependent enough on me to make it where you feel beautiful when only I tell 29. I’ll make you feel you can’t find anyone better than me. Even though, you deserve way better than me.
people on twitter raised 40000 for a landlord....
the landlord was a scam lord who evicted a black mother of five in the e middle of a pandemic and then destroyed his own home acted like she did it to so he can scam people of their money. Here is the woman’s gofundme to take care of her and her kids it does t even have a fraction of his
As of morning of Sept 5:
flyer-than-wind
feralforwildblueyonder
I find the fact that the Barbie movie is simultaneously being criticized by the right as “too radical”, and criticized by the left as “too nice to men” and/or “too pandering”, quite funny, given that America’s WHOLE SPEECH was about how, no matter what women (like the director of the Barbie movie) do, it will simultaneously always be too little and too much.
