What? Bisexual? She can’t be bisexual, you’re only bisexual if you’re actively fucking two people of two differing genders at the same exact time. The moment you stop fucking them you’re suddenly not bi anymore. It’s science.
I suppose that means we bi people exist in quantum superposition until someone observes us having sex.
yes i would like to be bisexual as soon as possible please
“Whereas with a character like Hannibal, he’s probably the happiest man I’ve ever played, even though he’s doing horrendous things. He’s a happy duckling and life is beautiful.”—Mads Mikkelsen on playing Hannibal. (Source)
And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife! Addicted to the knife? Addicted to the knife! And addicted to the knife, she needs a little help with the agony. (Agony!) And a little help comes in a little glass vial And a gun pressed against her anatomy. And when the gun goes off, Miss Sweet is ready for surgery, surgery.
“I remember when I saw Peter Pan when I was little. After all the other kids wanted to reenact the battles of the lost boys, pirates, and Indians, and all I could think about was the part where Peter Pan sits still while Wendy takes a sharp needle and, with concern and maybe love, sews his shadow onto his feet. And I wonder if the pain excited him as much as it excited me to watch. I hang here, the voices still bleeding in my ears. I watch my shadow, solid like a murdered body’s outline, and I pray. Maybe one more slice, just one more, will sever it forever.”—JT Leroy, The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things (via osaudade)
Literally why I almost failed several classes in HS.
things i have honest to god done recently because i cannot bear to inconvenience anyone/can’t call for help: —stopped a medication that might’ve been solving my headaches but had to be administered by someone else —suffered through a sinus infection (that mighta not gotten better, as i now have a fever) —neglected to make a consult with a surgeon —neglected to call a dentist about my continuing tooth pain —neglected to call my neurologist about my increasingly severe headaches
and: —i am currently wearing broken glasses and suffering seriously bad vision in my right eye because i don’t want to bother the eye doctor even though my neurologist told me to make an appointment and even though i need new glasses because mine just fell apart.
like it’s not “whoops I’m PREGNANT AGAIN tee hee time for an abortion!!”
nobody fuckin does that. nobody
it’s more along the lines of
do you want an abortion or do you want to die
do you want an abortion or do you want to watch your baby die after a week
do you want an abortion or do you want your life to fall apart around you because of a child you are either unable or unfit to support
do you want to give up a fetus or a living, breathing baby
not to mention abortions are NOT APPEALING and not to be taken lightly in their physical effects on the patient. oh yes, i’ve made vagina surgery a HOBBY. i just LOVE that bleeding and vomiting simultaneously. THE RESULTING GASTROINTENSTINAL DISCOMFORT AND HORMONE SURGES ARE SO MUCH FUN.
Dear Dragon, there are not enough hours in the day for all the things I want to do as well as my day job, and then people invite me to boring events it would be rude to say no to. Help?
Your time is among your most precious hoarded things, coming above gold, sparkly gems and excellent fiction, (and understand I do not say this lightly) and only slightly below living creatures (pets, spouses, so on) of great value to you; as such, people inviting you to boring events are trying to steal something of extreme value from you, and should be punished harshly, probably with fire. Anything less is entirely an indication of your mercy.
when i die please punch everyone who says “i wish i got to know them better”
son when i die the only people best know about it are the people who were with me when it happened or my extremely close friends in narnia because everyone else can suck my cold dead dick. fake grief annoys the shit out of me. QUIT CRYING OVER MY BODY, WE MET *ONCE.*
Dear Dragon and Transcriptionist, I work at a job that requires my interaction with people frequently. Sometimes I get overstimulated and the long hours standing are murder on my chronic knee pains. i have trouble making my parent understand that it exhausts me and I am left with nothing but the desire to sleep in my pile of plush toys and avoid large amounts of duties for awhile. any advice how to help her understand what it's like?
My experience with humans has lead me to understand that members of the species gain something that is called “empathy”, or understanding and fellow-feeling for others, by sharing experiences. With this in mind, perhaps try breaking your parent’s knees in the way that best mimics your own pain. This should help her to understand your perspective better.
MOST ARE STILL ALIVE TODAY AND ARE FIGHTING TO RETAIN THEIR RIGHTS TO THEIR SACRED SITES, RITUALS, AND PRACTICES BECAUSE PEOPLE THINK THEIR CULTURES ARE DEAD WHEN THEY’RE NOT.
THEY ARE STILL LIVING.
Firstly, the people whom occidental historiography refers to as Aztecs are more correctly called Mexicas (from the Náhuatl mēxihcah).
Secondly, Mexico’s National Commission for the Development of Indigenous Peoples (Comisión nacional para el desarrollo de los pueblos indígenas), does not list the Mexicas as a people still in existence [x]. Perhaps the original poster confused Mexicas with Mexicaneros, as both groups belong to the larger Nahua people group.
In Mexico, the Nahua population is about 2,445,969 people, and the Maya population is about 1,475,575 people. [x]
“He looks like a dog from one of those Sarah McLachlan commercials and I am a demon, and whatever he did to me he’s sorry about it and at least he didn’t fucking kill our Ma. […] I suddenly want to hit him again and I don’t care if the ASPCA comes after me.”—The Family That Lays Together, Tuesday (2), by Me. I feel like at this point in Camp Nanowrimo only bending-sickle could apppreciate my writing.