sometimes you just gotta listen to music at a volume that you know will be part of the cause of your hearing loss at the age of 28
hey yall. im 25 now and i already have tinnitus <3 dont do this. LOL
oh btw for those saying “i already have tinnitus haha it cant get worse” YEAH IT CAN BITCH! if you want to listen to music loud do it on speakers at least. headphones will Beam Pain Waves Directly Into Your Cochlear Hair Cells and a 10kHz Tone Loud Enough Will Give You Psychic Damage Forever
if i have to fucken, translate it to something you’ll understand? Imagine theres a picture of garfield here saying
Me: -so after it became apparent that ‘retarded’ had become a term of abuse, educators and psychiatrists switched to other terms like ‘handicapped’ or ‘special needs’ in an attempt to -
George Orwell, whom I’ve dragged forward in time with my arcane powers because I’m lonely and want someone to talk to: You have a telephone in your pocket? It listens to you all the time?
Me: Never mind about that, the point is, young people now mock each other by sending the wheelchair emoji - that’s a type of electronic heiroglyph - to suggest mental deficiency and shout SPESHUL!!!! while doing offensive imitations of disabled facial expressions and posture. So any attempt to lexographically make crimethink impossible is pretty much doomed because the meaning of words in everyday conversation can’t be controlled by a dictionary entry, no matter how many Ministry of Truth employees-
Orwell: It reports your location to the telephone company at all times?
Ok but both the additions actually miss the point of the original, which is that Orwell is fixating on something which is actually MORE RELEVANT to his concerns than the language issue
Personally I think you’re wrong and an idiot but that’s just my opinion.
Fyi this isn’t a dig at people who are asexual or sex-repulsed. Gay sex was literally a criminal act in the parts of the United States Texas until 2003. A healthy relationship to both sex and your body is a major component of the human experience, but especially LGBTQ+ people. Yes this includes people who have a healthy understanding of their boundaries with regards to sex. To try and divorce the fight for LGBTQ+ rights from sexuality is both dangerous and ahistorical.
the glorification of your 20s and fear of anything else has got to stop. mainly bc your 20s is quite literally the worst decade of your life the idea that ppl think you peak at 25 has me so sad for them
trans butch lesbians i love you. transfem, transmasc, transneutral, non-binary, gnc, genderqueer, genderfluid, multigender, agender, whatever kind of trans you are, i love you. your butchness is radiant and powerful and you are an inspiration and to be loved by you is a gift
You discover that your garbage disposal is really the mouth of an eldritch monster. However, you realize this as you reach inside of it to recover your wedding ring.
“No no no no no!” I fumble for my ring as it teeters on the edge of the drain. “Oh come on!” I exclaim as it tips sideways and disappears. I had taken it off and placed it safely to the side of he sink while I worked, I don’t even know how it got knocked into the sink. Grumbling to myself I roll up my sleeves, make a face, and shove my hand into the garbage disposal.
“Give that back,” I mutter to myself as I feel around, blindly searching for my ring.
“WHAT WILL YOU GIVE ME FOR IT, MORTAL?”
I look around, no one else is in the room. I lean as far to the side as I can, still keeping my hand in the drain, craning my neck for a glance at the TV in the next room. It’s not on. I glance at my phone, still playing the podcast I had started when I started to work.
“I SAID, WHAT WILL YOU GIVE ME FOR IT, MORTAL?” Yup, the voice was definitely coming from the drain.
“How can you speak so clearly with my hand in your mouth?” I ask the garbage disposal?
“I WILL GIVE YOU BACK YOUR….. WAIT? WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
“I asked how you can speak so clearly with my hand in your mouth.” I reach further down the drain, I had just felt something round and metal “This isn’t telepathy,” I continue, “I’m hearing you with my ears, not my brain. But you enunciation is perfect..”
“WHY AREN’T YOU SCREAMING” the voice interrupts me. “USUALLY THE MORTALS SCREAM WHEN I ADDRESS THEM THE FIRST TIME.”
“Buddy,” I say pulling my hand out of the drain to wipe on my apron, “Think about what I’ve put down this drain today. I have to guess you’ve been eating it.”
There’s a faint grinding, unsurprising like a garbage disposal chewing through kitchen scraps.
“YARROW, MUGWORT, MOSTLY THE STALKS, SOME LEMON RINDS, AND A WHOLE LOT OF SALT…..DAMNIT, ARE YOU A WITCH?”
I chuckle, “You caught on faster than the thing in the basement. Took it years to figure out why I said hi to it every time I went down to do laundry. You’re welcome to stay, but I need to finish this spell and I would like my ring back.”
“WHAT WILL YOU GI…” The drain thing starts to ask again, before I cut if off.
“Dude I’ve been feeding you, and I just offered you a place in my home. Give me back my ring.” I hold my hand out palm flat, waiting.
“FINE.” And with that my ring shoots out of the drain to land neatly on my palm.
“Thank you.” I say as I head back to my work table, slipping the ring back on my finger.
“DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE OF THOSE LEMON RIDS?” my new house mate asks. “THEY WERE TASTY.”
“I’ll have a few more in a little bit, be patient.”
