the spirit is not willing and the flesh it is not so into the idea either

people born in 2000 should be like 12-14 now. but they’re not. that’s how fucked up our world is now

The older this post gets the funnier it becomes

My cousin born in 2000 is a licensed psychologist.

that’s how fucked up our world is now

if I forgot your favorite subgenre or misclassified a band feel free to argue in the replies 👍

Xelia Mendes-Jones as Aspirant Dane in Fallout (2024)

What always gets me about learning about settler colonialism is how once you learn about it you cannot unsee the violence to the land itself. My home state was previously nearly 100% wetlands, apart of the wider Ohio river valley whose biodiversity supported such large populations of hundreds of different species that many contemporary source from settlers describe it as like the garden of Eden.

The Indigenous people who farmed and hunted here (and still farm and hunt in what land they have been able to keep and reclaim) were able to grow miles of upon miles of crops with multiple harvests a year, encouraging this biodiversity by creating forest gardens with incredible amounts of food from staples like corn and squash to local fruits like pawpaws to European imports like apples alongside controlled burns which allowed fields and buffalo ranges to expand.

Nowadays my state is known almost exclusively for its fields of nothing but corn and soy beans. Driving through in between the comparatively small cities you'll see nothing but fields where the plethora of different trees and plants were chopped down mile by mile, the remaining wetlands drained and flattened, and the rich black soils robbed of their nutrients through decades upon decades of monocrop agriculture now preserved through the life blood of petrochemical fertilizers which destroy the surrounding environment.

This process was done mile by mile as the tens of thousands of Indigenous people were killed and displaced by settlers and the US army, the land measured and sold acre by acre to white settlers who raped the land as described, filling the pockets of wealthy land speculators (like George Washington and Thomas Jefferson) who bought the land directly from the government in schemes so corrupt historians have dedicated entire careers to mapping out their dramas.

It's like learning about commodity fetishism and suddenly seeing hundreds of strangers in the products that surround you. Once you learn how the land was destroyed for profit you'll never look at the miles of fields or the cracks in the concrete of buildings built on wetlands or the stench of now obsolete canals built solely for a once boat-dependent economy with no care for the environment the same.

just curious as they're always things i've never questioned just doing but people in my life are often surprised that i don't mind doing them alone

🔁 pls reblog for sample size

sorry for the reddit meme but me actually

Hello, lactose intolerant person. Your stomach has repeatedly made you aware that you have a dairy sensitivity via violent diarrhea, yet you never alter your eating habits. In front of you is a delicious salad with a nice shredded cheddar. Next to it is another salad of the same quality, minus the cheese that your stomach so despises. The door will unlock and you will be set free regardless of which one you pick, because I already know which one you are going to pick, and there is no trap I could set that is worse than the fate you have sealed for yourself. Good luck out there soldier.

Watterson pulled no punches

Relationships that have real king/lionheart energy, that whole “I have sworn myself wholly to you, I am your sword arm, I am your dog” to someone else’s “you are the one person in this world I can rely on, and I am both bolstered and burdened by your absolute faith in me” vibe, but it’s in circumstances that are like. so low stakes. Manager of a movie theater/the one usher who doesn’t smoke weed at work.

Obviously people tag this with fictional characters who match this dynamic, but I have to say I am OBSESSED with everyone who is like “this is me for real in actual life. I would die for you, assistant manager brenda.”

my dream job is this: i spend all day sitting in a rocking chair in the back room of a knitting shop and i untangle giant messes of knotted yarn and then sort it into cardboard boxes based on color. the knitting shop is owned by an old lady who plays calm music over the store speakers and talks almost exclusively about her pet dog

we should be getting iced coffee and going to creepy and musty antique stores together why must we be separated by our screens…

Starbucks employee had a they/them tag on so I stopped myself from calling them sir or ma’am and asked if they preferred sir, ma’am or just their name and their face lit up

moral of the story is just asking our preferences for pronouns or titles doesn’t make you sound dumb, it actually makes us really happy