Always be a good friend
The most important comment in this whole mess
classic way
all this love with nowhere to go
ID: Digital illustration of a person from the waist upwards in pitch black darkness, mostly shrouded in shadow, upright but hunched over with shoulders tilting to their right, their hair falling forwards and shielding their face, an ear sticking out.
Their left hand hovers over their abdomen, while their right hand is pressed underneath their left chest, where there is a set of concentric circles in trans pride colours, coloured from the centre outwards: white, pink, blue, and white.
Short straight needle-thin lines protrude from the inner three circles, each in the same colour as the circle it emerges from. Longer and thicker white lines arc from the outermost circle like a firework, ending in white sparks some distance beyond the person's body.
A glow emanates from underneath the circles on their chest, bathing their upper body, left arm, and inner right arm in warm bright light, and illuminating the hair on their upper chest and forearms. A white line around and under the left breast, above and below which is shaded orange, could either be a surgery scar or simply a particularly prominent highlight. /End ID
y'ever get haunted by the fear you will never write anything as beautiful as the US Steel Pipe Works Slag Dump Youtube Comment cuz hoo boy i sure do:
see, THIS? YOUR TAGS, @ithrowshoesatconservatives ??? THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING BOUT:
#any industry related to molten metal will make you have religious experiences#i've worked within six feet of an open vat of molten aluminum#the scary thing about aluminum is it doesn't even glow#it's this silvery liquid that looks so incredibly touchable#i've walked along paths where they bring melt trucks with massive crucibles that drip beads of aluminum everywhere#and the ground is studded with a million tiny stars of aluminum that never come off because they're melted onto the concrete#they have these forges for scrap that are twenty feet tall and glow orange all across the inside and they dump whole bales in at once#and when a fresh bale goes in the forge spews flames that lick at the (thankfully fireproof) ceiling#i once stood between the plates of a die press the size of a living room#and realized 'if this closed on me what came out would not be recognizable as a human being'#i've seen the face of god and it's molten metal
reddit is having a glitch where it puts the wrong captions over photos and it’s the only thing i care about right now
[…] When a person fails to begin a project that they care about, it’s typically due to either a) anxiety about their attempts not being “good enough” or b) confusion about what the first steps of the task are. Not laziness. In fact, procrastination is more likely when the task is meaningful and the individual cares about doing it well.
I’ve been yelling this for years
Hi yall, author of the piece here. Medium instituted a pay wall so here is a link to access it for free:
EXTREMELY rare w from the uk media
Defamation lawsuits in UK are heavily weighted in *favor* of the plaintiff. You have to have a pretty weak case to lose over there. If there wasn't a rabbid, inescapable social media campaign against Amber Heard, he would have lost in America too.
you don’t deserve to be confined to some bleak room playing video games for the rest of your lives. you don’t deserve to live in a world where cis people and men project their fantasies and disgust onto your bodies. you don’t deserve to merely survive. you deserve to grow. you deserve to feel your own feelings without shame. you deserve the freedom to cry out and take up space. you deserve joy
sorry for being weird, the loneliness and the need for a deeper, more meaningful human connection is eating me alive
life advice: if ur cishet male friends dont let u call them babygirl theyre not worth it. but also this is dangerous bc then u’ll buy them a coffee at starbucks and they’ll say thank u daddy and u will automatically respond ur welcome babygirl and then the entire starbucks will be staring at u bc it is 2:45pm on a wednesday. this may happen multiple times. do with this what u will
accidentally squirts ketchup water onto my freshly made hotdog and immediately runs to my basement where I blow dust and cobwebs off an old telegraph machine and start sending a morse code SOS signal to whoever can hear me
im gonna fucking cry
mentally im friends with a lot of u guys even if we dont talk or never have talked and probably will never talk directly. its ok. the warriors bond transcends words