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I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.

ohifonlyx33

but no one can ever know cause that's embarrassing

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Isnt it weird that hotel rooms provide toilet paper, tissues, shampoo, conditioner, lotion, soap, and ive even seen some provide make removal wipes, but I’ve never seen a single one provide pads or tampons?

lemurchick

Russian-speaking twitter had a huuuuge discussion about that last month I think, it was crazy how angry men were after just reading this question.

The arguments against varied from “hotels can’t afford it” to “you should plan your periods women, you have apps for that” to “but what if men eat tampons by mistake” (what???)

It really blew up and as far as I know quite a few workplaces began to put pads and tampons in office toilets. Hopefully hotels will too.

Yeah i just thought about it when i saw make up wipes in the hotel i stayed in the other day. Like make up wipes are very much something men could accidentally eat yet they are okay to provide but not pads??

sircuitgirl

Men will see a hypothetical hotel tampon and eat it

chekhovspussy

men will see a tampon and say is anyone gonna eat that and not wait for an answer

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aephipany

The winter spirits welcome the spring together 🌸

When the nostalgia hits, my hand slips 🙃🙏

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debbipete

!???

0ryza13

I'm not sure what I expected, but seeing people with those toy horses that are just a horse head on a stick so you can "ride" it doing actual horse show routines, including jumps of a height that actual horses would probably think twice about, was NOT it.

derinthescarletpescatarian

Some of those jumps should be fucking impossible what the fuck

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debbipete

!???

0ryza13

I'm not sure what I expected, but seeing people with those toy horses that are just a horse head on a stick so you can "ride" it doing actual horse show routines, including jumps of a height that actual horses would probably think twice about, was NOT it.

derinthescarletpescatarian

Some of those jumps should be fucking impossible what the fuck

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I’d like to propose toast. A fear submitted by Vicky to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!

You can find original artwork in my online store over here!

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evisceratedarchangel

i dont understand this at all and america scares the fuck out of me

This is the america they don’t want you to see

i love america

This is what you call Waffle House at 2 am when the bars close and everyone is drunk and hungry

*group of people having fun* this site: wtf this is so scary

People having safe fun at a waffle house is scary for most Tumblr bloggers, reports say.

inkandcayenne

Some context for those not familiar with Waffle House Culture:

Waffle House is one of the few chains in America that’s open 24/7/365, and where you can get both breakfast and lunch/dinner options at any time (I have had so many Breakfast Cheeseburgers at Waffle Houses). The food is really good, and people eat there at all times of the day or night, but it’s particularly popular as a late-night post-drinking spot because it’s all that’s open and it’s the kind of food that tastes especially good when you’re hammered.
Part of Waffle House Protocol is that all the servers and cooks greet every single customer as they come through the door. It sounds lame, but I’ve never been to a Waffle House where that greeting didn’t feel completely heartfelt. My mom is a health nut who could barely find anything on the menu she was willing to eat and yet she describes the Christmas Day lunch we had there one year as one of the nicest meals she’s ever had because everyone was so warm and welcoming. That sense of camaraderie gets turned up to 11, of course, at 2 a.m. when everyone’s shitfaced.
The jukeboxes have Waffle-House-themed songs on them (once you have heard “Raisins in my Toast” you will be earwormed forever) and there is an arcane system of hash brown ordering: scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced, peppered, and/or capped. The hot sauce bottles say “Casa de Waffle.”
Once, in Oxford (UK), my husband and I walked past a kebab van very late one night and he said “why do I smell Waffle House”
The location of most Waffle Houses means there’s some… classism that tends to get tied up with Anti-Waffle House Discourse, which is probably lending itself, in part, to this being such a fraught topic. (I’m looking at a map and apparently I was born and raised right in the middle of the Peak Waffle House Density Zone)
It is, in the words of chef Anthony Bourdain, “indeed marvelous— an irony-free zone where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts; where everybody regardless of race, creed, color or degree of inebriation is welcomed.”

We’re not even gonna mention FEMA’s Waffle House Index where they determine how bad a natural disaster is by calling the local Waffle House to see if they’re open?

that last bit isn’t a joke