a gallon of milk but with this kind of cap:

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let me raise you an idea ive been keeping for years, just for this moment

The unholy trinity.

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is astounds me that each image seemed like the worst thing ever, but then the next image would top that, and now we have ascended to Lovecraftian levels of bad and I fear for the fabric of sanity and reality it may get worse the more this post grows. 

Please keep adding to this post.

if you’re on tumblr and over the age of 24 it means the mental illness won

Without looking it up, when you first hear "Tornado Warning", what does that mean to you?

I have met. so many people in real life who do not know what "Tornado Watch" means, who do not know what "Tornado Warning" means.

literally 9 out of 10 (aka 90%) of people I meet think that "Tornado Watch" is the more dangerous alert, and think "Tornado Warning" is less severe.

Most people I meet who hear 'Tornado Warning' think it's a good idea to go outside and look at the cool clouds.

FEMA or whoever needs to officially change these stupid-ass names, or do one HELL of a public awareness campaign, because this can and will get people killed; there's already been multiple deadly tornadoes just this week.

https://www.noaa.gov/news/us-struck-with-more-than-100-tornadoes-heavy-snow-in-april

Tornado Watch: Watch out, and be cautious! -- Keep an ear out for alerts, and make sure you know where you need to take shelter! A tornado could possibly form in this storm, and you need to be ready.

Tornado Warning = Warning! A Tornado is currently forming or is already formed! -- Take shelter immediately on the lowest floor of your home away from windows!

I literally have this image printed out on my bulletin board at work (my staff and I do a lot of work outdoors) :

Okay, this graphic is genuinely genius because it is so funny, more people need to see this lol.

also, even though this rarely happens, if you get an alert that says Tornado Emergency, that means you need to get underground or in your shelter immediately. Do not wait. Not doing so could get you killed.

i live in a place where nobody takes Watch or Warning very seriously, because tornadoes happen more where i live than anywhere else in the world. but as soon as the weather service declares an Emergency, everyone packs it up and gets their ass to the shelter.

100 year old rhododendron and the woman who planted it

One struggle 🫡

if we keep getting fatter and hornier we can abolish all world militaries by 2026

One struggle 🫡

if we keep getting fatter and hornier we can abolish all world militaries by 2026

Another example of how statistics are the Devil, and one must always be vigilant as to whether a claim of averages is referring to mean, median, or mode.

cannot recommend more putting secrets and hints in your creative work that you dont expect anyone to figure out

act like youve got a ravenous fanbase of a million people poring over every detail, cuz then if nobody figures it out you feel cool n smug knowing something nobody else does, and if someone does figure it out then its like theyve joined a secret society

Line of rocks, made by a neighborhood child, spotted on my walk home

they should invent a mother who is normal and says normal things and has normal interactions with her child

“Daddy! Daddy! Wook what I drawed”

A piece of paper was being shoved in Steve’s face and he closed his eyes for fear of his toddler paper cutting them. When she settled down and he actually got a look at the drawing he couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s amazing Isla.”

“Reawy?”

“Yeah, do you wanna put it on the fridge?”

It was a drawing of what he assumed what himself and Isla holding hands and that other figure holding her other hand had to be Eddie. She’d drawn wild dark curls all around the head, anyway. They found a spot on the fridge front and center. Steve’s refrigerator was always covered in toddler drawings because he refuses to make Isla feel like she can’t take up space in their home. He refused to be his parents.

“Is Teddie coming today? I want him to see it too!”

“Yeah, Lovebug, he is.”

“Yay!” She ran around the house collecting her crayons and favorite toys, her princess curls trailing behind her.

Steve had been dating Eddie for about two years. A year after Isla’s mom passed. She’d had complications birthing Isla and didn’t make it. Steve was so nervous for them to meet, but it was hard to keep them apart. How else was he to explain why he had to reschedule so many dates. Having time to date with a job and a baby is hard. Eddie adored her, immediately and now Steve thinks Isla likes Eddie more than him. Steve wanted to propose next week, on their anniversary. He couldn’t imagine raising Isla without him, at this point. He’s just amazing with her, and Steve knows that Eddie loves her as much as he does. Steve kept looking at the drawing on the fridge, and back at Isla who was still gathering up her things so she could play with Eddie when he arrived. He came in the front door without a knock, he practically lives here anyway, and scooped Isla up immediately tossing her over his shoulder and running for the couch. Isla squealed in joy as she was flopped over into the cushions. He giggles permeated the space as Eddie played tickle monster with her. Steve hid his smile behind his coffee cup and texted Robin.

Steve: I think I’m gonna do it today.

Robin: ??????

Steve: propose.

Robin: I thought it /had/ to be perfect.

Steve: I think today is perfect. I don’t think I could last another day.

Robin: you’re disgusting. good luck, even though I know you won’t need it.

When he looked back up Eddie was making his way towards the kitchen. He saw Steve and then his eyes caught on the drawing.

“We look like a family.” He muttered with a sharp intake of breath.

“Marry me?” Steve said without thinking.

Eddie looked at him with wide eyes and rushed forward to kiss him.

“If you’re serious, a million times, yes.” He said when he pulled away.

“The ring is upstairs”

Eddie looked like he was going to burst with joy, Steve felt like his heart was gonna explode and Isla was giggling again as she ran into the kitchen.

“Daddy! Daddy! Did Teddie see what I drawed?”

“He did, Lovebug.”

“It’s beautiful, sweetheart.” Eddie added.

“Isla, would you like Eddie to be your other dad?”

“He isn’t?” She looked so confused.

Steve laughed as Eddie buried his head in Steve’s chest to hide his tears.

“Yeah, he is.” Steve agreed softly.

What a shame it is to see peaceful protests where students are asking for an end to the genocide being met with force. We need an end to the occupation and an end to the genocide.

X: ShaukhSulaiman

Just a reminder for people who may not know, in light of protestors at UCLA being shot in the face with rubber bullets— rubber bullets are not bullets made of rubber. They are metal bullets encased in rubber.

Despite being called “non-lethal” or sometimes “less lethal”, they are well known to cause death and permanent disability.

Here’s a photo showing their size— these are actual rubber bullets used during the Black Lives Matter protests in 2020.

Do not let them downplay the severity of what they are subjecting this students to for standing against genocide. Stay safe and stay educated.

EDIT: Twitter banned @/nosferatusexgod, the student shot, whose tweet I linked to (as a primary source) at the top of the post. Screenshots of the tweet I originally linked to can be found here.

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I literally cannot overstate how important creative hobbies are when dealing with mental illness. If you can’t draw, there are coloring books. If you can’t write a novel, you can write in short journaling bursts. If you can’t sing in the shower, you can listen to music. Sometimes with mental illness it feels like we have this dark presence inside of us that is bumping around in our brain and organs, causing problems. It helps immensely to let it out.

I will never forget my clinical supervisor asking me how I was dealing with an insane amount of chronic work-related stress. I told her I was still able to engage in creative pursuits. She responded with this one important thing:

That carried me through, and continues to carry me through. I use it as a gauge for how I’m doing. When I cannot write I know things are dire.