Right, I have a tub of Pringles, three new episodes of Horrible Histories and a week’s worth of Pointless to watch.
It’s going to be a good Friday evening.
Things I discovered are annoying:
People mentioning crisps when you have no crisps.
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What we have here is a failure of imagination.
Some people cannot imagine themselves being happy without children, or a particular body shape, or religion, and so they cannot imagine that I am. They have put my lived experience through their validity prisms and decided that if I say I am happy in circumstances in which they could not be, I must be lying. Or in denial. Or using a bit of bravado in order to mask a secret unhappiness. Accusations of some flaw in me, to obfuscate a failure of basic empathy.
Sometimes, it’s people who are themselves childless, or fat, or have had a crisis of faith—and the unhappiness they feel because of those things is so profound that they cannot imagine anyone being happy in similar circumstances. It may be genuine disbelief, or it may be envy, that invites their suspicion and repudiation of my happiness.
And some people who have children, or are thin, or go to church every week, claim these things make them happy, when in fact they are deeply unhappy. They hate parenting; they live a life of restriction and self-denial and hunger to unnaturally maintain a thin physique; they go to church only because they feel like they should. And they resent that they sacrifice so much shit to do what society tells them is “right” yet remain miserable, while I reject the imperatives to reproduce, to hate myself, to engage in religious ritual, and feel happy and free as a result.
There’s no effective response to Happiness Policers, because there’s no way to convince someone of your happiness when they are determined to believe otherwise. If you ignore them, they will interpret that as PROOF! that you are unable to refute them and thus they are right. If you insist you are happy, they will accuse you of “protesting too much” which is PROOF! that you are secretly unhappy and thus they are right. It’s a losing game. Which is entirely the point.
It’s tiresome. But the only thing to be done is to speak your truth about being happy in who you are, knowing the Happiness Policers will do their thing, and knowing that their hostility toward your emotional integrity says something about them, not about you.
"— Shakesville: The Happiness Police (via veruca-assault)
(via veruca-assault)
Dear spiders,
Fuck the hell off.
Dear tumblr, stop moving stuff. Thank you.
Watching the new series of Horrible Histories. What I have mostly learnt so far is that I still have a massive crush on Laurence Rickard. Especially when there’s a beard involved.
Oops, I’m supposed to give my mom the Les Mis CD I made, but these are still the titles…
BARRICADE PRIORITIES VS. MARIUS’ BONER
“Gavroche Knows His Shit”
A Heart Full of Shut Up.
(Source: swishyseahorseronan, via morihearty)
On why he would marry Spock (Fuck/Marry/Kill game) x
I knew being a mathematician would pay off one day.
(Source: mishasteaparty, via doomslock)
The cutest kitten gifs ever on tumblr
"It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity."
— (via castironelephant)
(via caffeinegalore)
(Source: cineraria, via funkingteacup)
- spanish and italian: So THESE words are feminine and THESE words are masculine, and you ALWAYS put an adjective AFTER the noun.
- french: haha i dont fuckin know man just do whatever
- german: LET'S ADD A NEUTRAL NOUN HAHA
- english: *shooting up in the bathroom*
- gaelic: the pronounciation changes depending on the gender and what letter the word starts and ends with and hahah i dont even know good fucking luck
- polish: here have all of these consonants have fun
- japanese: subject article noun article verb. too bad there's three fucking alphabets lmao hope your first language isn't western
- welsh: sneeze, and chances are you've got it right. idfk
- chinese: here's a picture. draw it. it means something. it can be pronounced three different ways. these twenty other pictures are pronounced the same but have very different meanings. godspeed.
- Arabic: so here's this one word. it actually translates to three words. also pronouns don't really exist. the gender is all in the verb. have fun!
- Latin: here memorize 500 charts and then you still dont know what the fuck is happening
- Sign Language: If you move this sign by a tenth of an inch, you'll be signing "penis"
Things that have made me happy today: The discovery that the Les Misérables Fan Fiction Index is still up and not completely a mess of broken links.
Today may well be spent re-reading everything still there. All I need is an exam looming and it’s like being back at uni.
