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starlingsongs:

looking back on it i don’t get how there are punks who aren’t queer-ass anti-racist hardcore feminists. how does that even work like what are you meaningfully standing for if you aren’t making a big shitting thing out of those issues. what is punk if all you do is draw a big A…

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girlgrowingsmall:

beastlyart:

boosket:

ask-bloody-fundanny:

roughkiss:

spookytheford:

did-you-kno:

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Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

girlgrowingsmall:

beastlyart:

boosket:

ask-bloody-fundanny:

roughkiss:

spookytheford:

did-you-kno:

Source

Oh god thank fucking christ.

I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.

so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!

Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done

The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.

I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.

Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.

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viseraliabaeddel:

Awkward day.
Had a cashier pull an odd move today. Went in to get a soda, some vodka and pay for gas. Hand him my I.D. and he looks up at me and back down to my I.D. Then, he eyes my chest so close, I thought he was going to try and motorboat me. That repeats about 4 times before he says alright all checks out and hands me my stuff in a bag. I had to remind him three times after that, that I was buying gas as well before he finally added it to my bill.Never once gendered me throughout all of that though, not sure if it’s a good thing or not considering my I.D. is still listed M.

viseraliabaeddel:

Awkward day.


Had a cashier pull an odd move today. Went in to get a soda, some vodka and pay for gas. Hand him my I.D. and he looks up at me and back down to my I.D. Then, he eyes my chest so close, I thought he was going to try and motorboat me. That repeats about 4 times before he says alright all checks out and hands me my stuff in a bag. I had to remind him three times after that, that I was buying gas as well before he finally added it to my bill.
Never once gendered me throughout all of that though, not sure if it’s a good thing or not considering my I.D. is still listed M.