I fell in love with the vivid oranges and rosy pink skies, the chilly winter breeze teasing my skin, the serenity of nothingness and everything-ness. I accepted and understood that death, indeed, has no rush. Sooner or later, we will all be deep underground; living is not guaranteed. I gasped for air as I had been deprived for eternity. — @journalsbyrm
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When I was a teenager, one of my teachers decided he knew what's best for me me and came up with a plan of how he wanted my life to turn out. Ten years later, my life does not match his plan (as an example, I work retail currently when the plan involved doing a PhD. and then working in a specific field, not even the subject he teaches, a different one). I hadn't seen this teacher in a few years. Until he happened to come into the shop I work in while I was working and clicked that I hadn't followed his plan for my life. Yeah, he started telling me off and questioning why I hadn't followed the plan and demanding to know if I'd even applied for PhDs. I just ignored him, but my manager had overheard some of it and asked him to leave, which he did. My manager asked me what that was all about and I explained, she thought it was weird that after all this time he's still hung up on whether or not I specifically have followed this plan he came up with when he's still teaching and would have taught hundreds of students since he taught me.

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hey don't be sad. deeply silly 18th century Iranian bird scissors.

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(source: benaki museum, auction)

Hey, Tumblr. You like non-stereotypical depictions of autism? What about ✨ neurodivergent protagonists ✨ ? Yes? What about asexual neurodivergent protagonists that go on chapters-long rants about their special interests? You want gay characters that are important to the plot too? Then I've got the book for you! The author is gay!!! American Psycho, by Bret Easton Ellis, is

This will never not be funny to me

with my brain small, my meat huge, my pain endless, i tread onwards

Ive noticed recently that my generation has... no concept of what the various economic classes actually are anymore. I talk to my friends and they genuinely say things like "at least i can afford a middle class lifestyle with this job because i dont need a roommate for my one bedroom apartment" and its like... oughh

You guys, middle class doesnt mean "a stable enough rented roof over your head," it means "a house you bought, a nice car or two, the ability to support a family, and take days off and vacations every year with income to spare for retirement savings and rainy days." If all you have is a rented apartment without a roommate and a used car, you're lower class. That's lower class.

And i cant help but wonder if this is why you get kids on tumblr lumping in doctors and actors into their "eat the rich" rhetoric: economic amnesia has blinded you to what the class divides actually are. The real middle class lifestyle has become so unattainable within a system that relies upon its existence that theyve convinced you that those who can still reach it are the elites while your extreme couponing to afford your groceries is the new normal.

Middle class is being able to live 3 months comfortably without a paying job.

happy Mother’s Day to these two queens

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Ok but,,,

Charon: non verbal autistic

Thanatos: shit at emotions autistic

Hypnos: shit at social cues autistic

The holy autistic brothers trinity

count dracula? um, okay. 1. now what

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