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wehavethemunchies:

Mascarpone Pumpkin Mousse Cups Recipe

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thetruthyness:

Ultimate Chocolate Cake.

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oswinoswaldtheluckyrabbit:

Another successful human interaction.

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AAAAAHHHH. THIS. THIS. SERIOUSLY, THIS. 

i’ve honestly never seen someone explain the process of depression, that slow downward spiral that i never realized until too late with such amazing clarity (and humor! well. i found it funny.) it uses simple words and examples and comparisons.

or maybe i’m just biased, since this speaks so clearly to me. the sensations are pretty much spot on, in my case. this was what it was like for me. and i was even more of an idiot, since i took years to really really do something about it. and i’m still in the process of getting feelings back. of just feeling better about myself and things in general.

and, i mean, it is hard talking about it to someone. it seems like i’m never speaking the right words and then i get confused and anxious about what i’m talking about (‘they look confused, am i doing it right? i’m not doing it right. why did i even fucking bother what the fuck.’) which does nothing to generate understanding for whoever i’m explaining it to.

i feel uncomfortable talking about it at all, and ashamed i was depressed when everyone else seemed fine with dealing with their own problems. embarrassed too, i guess. i’m not quite there on the ‘asking for help doesn’t mean weakness. emotional vulnerability doesn’t mean you’re completely incapable of taking care of yourself. it doesn’t mean you’re less of a person.’

it’s just. that numbness. or that detachment and ‘i don’t give a fuck about anything and don’t feel shit’ made me feel like i wasn’t really human. that i must have stumbled and lost my way there somewhere. a very big part of me was lost to me, and that scared me, and i didn’t know how to get it back when i wanted to get it back. 

i once described it as being in a desert, where there’s nothing but the bland color of sand, the sky is so pale it’s white, and all the little things that made up my life were the tiny grains of sand under my feet. inconsequential and easy to swipe away. everything was equally unimportant — school, friends, my fucking thesis, etc. no single grain of sand stood out more than the rest. they were all the same, so tiny i could barely see them individually.

it’s been an experience. i guess. i personally don’t think it’s easy, getting ‘better’ and all, but it’s amazing to be able to be ‘happy’ and ‘excited’ and ‘anticipatory’ and when i’m moving forward, it’s not like walking miserably slowly through a swamp full of alligators or something, not knowing how big the swamp is and how far i’ll have to walk to get out.

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amandaonwriting:

Bloodstain Pattern Analysis (BPA) - Resource for Crime Writers

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gyzym:

lunamuerte:

wehidebehindstars:

Like…

She’s not the only one doing the sex.

You are also doing the sex.

YOU ARE ALSO DOING THE SEX.

HOW CAN YOU JUDGE HER FOR DOING THE SEX WHEN YOU ARE DOING THE SEX ALSO.

YES
YES
YES
YES

….I just realized that I’ve been misidentifying the…

dozens-of-us:

anythingphotography:

The Cycle of Abuse Illustrated Through Single Photos and Multiple Models

Statistics show that 70% of people who are abused as children will grow up into adults who will in turn abuse children. A recent awareness ad campaign by Mexican organization Save the Children shared this fact in single photographs that are both creative and difficult to stomach.

The advertisements were originally published back in May 2012, and were created by Mexican agency Y&R and photographer Ale Burset.

Each one uses five models showing one individual at different stages of life. In the foreground, the individual is experiencing abuse as a child. Older versions of the abused child grow up as they walk across the background of the frame, and turn into the original abuser by the time they walk a full circle.

“70% of abused children turn into abusive adults. Donate at savethechildren.mx,” the advertisements say.

This is… /terrifyingly/ well-done.

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simplicitylovers:

Beautiful Little Tea Cups

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whitmerule:

saucefactory:

watermel0n-smile:

he just accepts it, not even surprised by it. must happen all the time

OH MY GOD. THE KITTY IS LIKE, “LET ME LOVE YOUUUUUU!” AND THE DOG IS LIKE, “MEH.”

This is pretty much how you say “I love you” in Tired Dog. Yes, you may maul me. Yes, you may turn me into a cuddle pile. Look, I’m not getting up and walking away. We’re cuddling. You can do all the effort. No, I don’t mind the teeth and the claws. I accept your enthusiastic devotion.

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imallamaturkeyfish:

lasocialista:

I got a little stir-crazy at work this evening and someone left me alone with the staff picks cards…

PERFECT GODDESS OF WISDOM AND MIGHT.

My official title

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hi, for the person who requested this short story to be translated: i can’t read or understand chinese, all raws have to be actual japanese raws, not japanese to chinese translations. thanks! :D sorry for not being able to contact you sooner.

True facts about sloths [x]

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restlesslyaspiring:

I am really loving this.

love this comic! it’s the source of my icon. <3

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saucefactory:

NUMBER OF TABS I HAVE OPEN: 5,000,000

NUMBER OF TABS I REMEMBER THE PURPOSE OF: 5