eccentric & pretentious
Hexerei, gender-confused, mentally ill and profanity-laden fun for the entire family, since the unspecified number of years ago I was born in an imposing cavernous wasteland on the surface of Mars.

I wear a lot of black and have a lot of problems with authority, and, of course, experience a lot of difficulty keeping my ego-fueled grandiosity in check.

I dislike sunlight, Republicans, and people who call upon the fact that "we're all human" to avoid considering how they have been unfairly advantaged by present social structures.

Enchanté.
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At least I’m not a pastel goth

Today at work I emptied a full drum of toner dust into the copier, the desk and the carpet as I was trying to install it, because I had it upside down or not sealed properly or whatever.

My boss was pleasantly good natured about the fact that I covered half of the room in soot and had to spend an hour cleaning it up, but that’s probably because I was witty enough to lead off that conversation with “just imagine what could have happened if someone without a college degree in the use of technology had tried to swap out that busted ink cartridge”

It’s unfortunate because I want to be some measured intellectual but actually have the temperament of a troubled artist. 

I still hold onto this fantasy of a future version of me as a collected and cerebral not-really-academic-but-close-approximation-of-one, respected for my cool demeanor and eloquent opinions on things, yet realistically I know I’ll be a moody degenerate loitering in corners being overcome with intense feelings at inappropriate times, writing painfully sappy poetry that I never show to anyone about my unrequited loves having beautiful eyes that are rain on the parched soil of my heart or some other metaphorical bullshit.

Oh well, what can you do

definitelydope:

Fog in the Financial District 
By Tyler Hayward

There’s a lot of stuff wrong with me, but at least I’ve never tried to con 14-year-olds on Facebook into buying my half-empty bottles of Smirnoff for 30 dollars.

crushis:

Newyorkers reacts on photo of Israeli soldier step on palestinian kid - ردة فعل أشخاص من نيويورك على صورة الطفلة الفلسطينية التي يدوسها جندي اسرائيلي

Tagged: gif,

Despite myself I don’t believe there are a whole lot of honestly malicious people in the world, but in a way I wish there were. 

It would be a much simpler task to be part of a society if everyone who ever did harmful things did them out of deliberate intention to disadvantage others and/or make the world a worse place, but in practice that’s only the case in a very tiny minority of scenarios.

Protagonists, antagonists, and other concepts the literary canon lied to me about, I guess.

Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.
Anonymous

nonplaudite:

thefrogman:

Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead. 

On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it. 

In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern. 

The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead. 

It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost. 

"It was just a joke, quit being so sensitive."

"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."

"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."

Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony. 

People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin. 

People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them. 

You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.

Amen.

ontheseashore:

Food for thought?
(h/t Dangerous Minds)

ontheseashore:

Food for thought?

(h/t Dangerous Minds)

centuriespast:

Triumph of Death
Andrea Andreani, Italian, 1540/46 - 1623. After Giovanni Fortuna, Italian, 1535 - 1611.
Made in Siena, Italy, 1588
Woodcut (chiaroscuro), printed in black, two shades of orange, and brown ink from four blocks
Philadelphia Museum of Art

centuriespast:

Triumph of Death

Andrea Andreani, Italian, 1540/46 - 1623. After Giovanni Fortuna, Italian, 1535 - 1611.

Made in Siena, Italy, 1588

Woodcut (chiaroscuro), printed in black, two shades of orange, and brown ink from four blocks

Philadelphia Museum of Art

Tagged: art,
At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.
Lao Tzu
Tagged: peacock,

Still not feeling very good.

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