sporadicallystatic:

no but really the phrase “money doesn’t buy happiness” was meant as a “hey don’t make money be the sole purpose of your life go out there and find your passion” but this was also before minimum wage was a joke and everybody was anvil-ed with debt (wile e coyote style) and people had the luxury of pursuing the things they love instead of choosing to be greedy and seeking out cash
but now we’re all working two jobs to earn the income one should provide and checking our bank accounts like the countdown on a ticking bomb and meanwhile we haven’t bought a new shirt in six months, all of our meals consist of bread and cheese, and vacations and benefits have become a fable–just some urban legend that may have existed at some point but has since dissolved into fiction
for so many of us, money has become the hellfire center of our lives and it’s not that we’re seeking money to be greedy or that we think it’ll complete us. we’re just trying to survive in a society that has set us up to fail.
besides, even if money could buy happiness we wouldn’t be able to afford it.

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title2come:

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twentyonecopilots:

freckletriangleofdoom:

living-the-ca-life:

morelikebabedylan:

the thing is though everytime a girl compliments me on a dress/skirt with pockets and I declare THANKS IT HAS POCKETS her response completely changes from “oh that’s nice” to “FUCK ME BACKWARDS ARE YOU FOR REAL SHOW ME SHOW ME THE POCKETS”

Same

Dresses/skirts with pockets are the holy grails of womens clothing.

Litererally anything designed for girls that has pockets is amazing. Pants,dresses,JACKETS(how many cute jackets are actually usable as a jacket to keep you warm/actually have pockets?none.),shorts, etc…

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goddess3:

vaspider:

When I was ten years old, a dog bit the back of my head. The doctor said, within earshot but out of sight – he didn’t think I could hear him – that had the dog’s teeth been a little longer, they could have gone in under my skull. Hit my brain stem. Killed me, crippled me.

I don’t know whether or not he was right. All I know is that for a decade and a half after that, I harbored a complete and unreasoning terror of dogs. It didn’t matter how big they were, or how tame, or how kind. Someone else could assure me that they were the best dog in the world, that they knew the dog, that he would never hurt anyone, and it didn’t matter, because I was convinced that any dog could suddenly turn on me, bite me hard enough to kill me.

There were two dogs I slowly learned to trust during that time period. And, eventually, I learned to understand dogs again, to understand their body language, to like them again, because my husband convinced me to get a puppy, to raise a dog from when it was small, that this would help me get over my fear.

No one ever told me I was crazy or irrational for not wanting to be around dogs after I’d been attacked and nearly killed by one.  No one. For fifteen years, it was understandable that I would be afraid – terribly, unreasoningly afraid – of dogs. A dog attacked me. I bore the traumatic scars. I found dogs terrifying, unpredictable. I could not trust any of them – no matter how kind they’d been to my friends, no matter how well-recommended they came or how well they’d been raised – not to turn on me and injure me.

When I was fifteen, I was raped.

Do I even need to finish this?

THIS IS WHAT I SAY ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND NO ONE UNDEFSTANDS.

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havoke:

me: i am ambivalent about this character

tumblr: this character is THE BEST if you dont LOVE them youre WRONG so VERY WRONG best character best character bEST LOVE EM such a goo-

me: okay looks like im gonna hate them

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amyw1nehouse:

american historical films be like

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vashti-lives:

jordanlhawk:

naamahdarling:

kyraneko:

animatedamerican:

gokuma:

thepreciousthing:

gracielovesjesus:

2015: Man-on-man marriage
2017: Man-on-child marriage
2019: Man-on-dog marriage
2021: Man-on-car marriage
2023: Hopefully the world ends by then tbh

Two consenting adults, be they man and woman, man and man, woman and woman, or any other combination not specified by the above, are now granted the right (as they always should have had) to enter a legally binding contract and obtain all its attached benefits.

Children cannot give consent. Children cannot legally sign contracts. Children cannot get married.

Animals cannot give consent. Animals cannot legally sign contracts. Animals cannot get married.

Optimus Prime is a sentient being and leader of the entire Autobot race and I don’t think you have any place telling him who his people can and cannot marry. If he is okay with Rewind and Chromedome or Astoria and Powerglide then you need to step off.

WELL SAID

It’s very easy to make Gracie’s mistake here if you persist in thinking of marriage as “a man and his chosen marriage object” rather than, you know, “two people choosing to marry each other.”

Says something about how some people view heterosexual marriage.

DING DING DING DING DING we have a winner.

None of these people have ever expressed a worry that dogs will start wanting to marry men, or that houseplants will start wanting to marry cars.

This way of thinking only makes sense if your view of straight marriage depends on “man actively choosing, woman passively chosen” and gay marriage only fits into your worldview as the distortion “man actively choosing wrong thing,” as though it’s a Sesame Street comedy sketch with Mr. Noodle trying to marry a pocket watch by mistake, presumably with his pants on his head.

Interestingly enough, I’ve never heard someone warn us about women wanting to marry anything, either.

thank you for that mental image.  and yes, this is exactly right.  i’ve never seen any anti-marriage assholes talk about what they’re afraid WOMEN will do.

It’s very easy to make Gracie’s mistake here if you persist in thinking of marriage as “a man and his chosen marriage object” rather than, you know, “two people choosing to marry each other.”

This, holy shit, yes. Literally until now I never understood how people couldn’t understand “can’t enter into a legally binding contract” when it came to children, animals, whatever. And now it’s clear as fucking day. And even grosser than I realized.

Yep, so much of the fundamentalist christian world view makes so much more sense when you realize they have no concept of consent.

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moonblossom:

deluxetrashqueen:

Honestly, Rick Rolling is the best practical joke ever. Like, there’s nothing offensive or mean  spirited about it. It’s just like “Oops you thought there would be something else here but it’s ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’.” which isn’t even a bad song. It’s fairly enjoyable to listen to. There’s no jumpscares, no screaming, no ill will. Just Rick Astley telling you he’s never going to give you up. I think that’s great. “You fell into my trap! Here, listen to this completely benign song that will have no negative effect on you.” 

I wish this were true. There’s a really good article about the problems inherent with rickrolling here.

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