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the x files is funny because at the time it was “progressive” or whatever to have the ultra-rational, levelheaded character be a woman

but it’s also a show where all the fucked up alien shit actually is real, so she’s just constantly wrong about everything

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just beheld an innocent cashier oops

so i'm at petsmart paying the invoice for my cat's nail trim, and the cashier is staring at me as he taps in the phone number. it brings up my mom's name and i kind of wanted to assure him my name wasn't carolyn so i went "haha, that's my mother. motheeeer." in what was apparently a distinctive and recognizable voice because he went, "you know, that's so weird, because i was just thinking i'm gonna watch all the toy story movies tonight. how did you know that?"

i don't even know that reference because i haven't seen all the toy story movies and it's been years anyway, so i definitely didn't know that but i'm just here like, "haha oh, yeah, i'm a little psychic, sorry." just a laugh y'know little things can be brushed off.

but he goes, "what color am i thinking of?"

in my head i'm immediately like purple but i tend to second guess myself so i went "uhh, hm. green." and he went "nope, close," and despite it not being anywhere close to green i just went, "oh, so it WAS purple."

and he FREEZES. and he's like. "...it was green first but i changed it to purple."

so i'm like "...i thought purple first and changed it to green. nice."

so that was apparently him trying to dodge my psychic beam and me trying to spare him but we intersected anyway. my jimmies are thoroughly rustled by this point.

but then he's like, "alright, what number am i thinking of between 1-10."

i don't hesitate this time before i look him in the eyes and say, "3. or 4, i guess." because again i always just give an additional option just in case usually to deter suspicion which. didn't work because he got so quiet and shrank a little like "...it was 3. i don't think i like this game anymore."

i can't stop laughing this was so fucking weird. just triple read a random dude's mind at petsmart wyd

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Them 🖤

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Anton_films_ // TikTok

- so proud <3

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forgot to post this the other day

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Just in case

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It’s PRIDE MONTH and wanting to start with this little remembrance from queer people in the past.

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i love my therapist but i hate being in therapy. 10 minutes before my appointment, i'm in a meeting with my boss - we discuss my artistic choices; my boss recommends i artistically choose less. 10 minutes after therapy, i wash my hair and think about everything that was said, and then i have to switch it off, like a lamp, and go back to work again.

i was on a walk the other day and someone had the perfect combination of his cologne and whatever-else. it was almost exactly his scent. i fucking hate that. after all these years, i remember that? i tell my therapist - i feel like a fucking wolf. try telling a middle-aged blonde lady. oh i scented him on the air. i'm 30, and i'm having a panic attack over something that would be a plotline in the omegaverse.

what they don't tell you about mental illness is that if you are lucky enough to survive it into adulthood; it becomes a weird slice of your life. because you do, eventually, have to build a life. i realized in a panic somewhere around 22 - oh. i don't know what i'm fucking doing, because i always assumed i'd just go ahead and die. i didn't die, and i'm grateful for that, and i'm very happy about that choice. but it does mean that i am an adult in an apartment, living with my conditions side-by-side like. oh, that's my roommate, adhd. ignore the glass, bytheway, that's ocd.

so you pick your stupid life up by the scruff of the neck and you're, like glad for it (so much laughter and light and friends you would have never thought possible, when you were in the worst of it). but it feels so strange to be dancing around these odd little microcosms, these patchwork moments of your symptoms. if you have a panic attack at night, you still need to wake up and walk the dog in the morning. if your depression is making everything boring, well, you don't have any sick days left, and a job's not really supposed to be that exciting anyway. your ocd tears out each individual leg hair, and then, an hour later, you sigh, patch up the bloody bits, and go get dinner with friends. and the life is kitten-quiet, mewling and pathetic, but it's also like - it's yours, so you're fond of it.

and it's like - you're real. so you still enjoy pushing the shopping cart really fast and then riding on the back of it down an empty aisle. and you're not, like, so sick anymore that when you accidentally drop a mug you burst into tears (except for the days you do that. which are bad). and no, you're not allowed around certain items anymore. oops! but you've learned to be good about brushing your teeth most days of the week. and you sometimes in the middle of the day you have a little freak-out about how fucking unfair it all is, how fucking hard, how other people can just do this without having to fucking hurt the whole time. and then you sigh and force yourself to sit down and fucking journal about it so you can tell the nice middle-aged blonde woman yeah i had a hard day but i practiced grounding. you still sometimes want to burst out of your own skin, but you force yourself to eat kind-of healthy and to take your vitamins. you let yourself chop off all your hair in the sink in a dramatic poetry of control and relief - and you also have developed good hobbies that help you move your body more frequently. you feel helplessly behind, lost in the shuffle - but you also practice gratitude, taking stock of what you have garnered. because you're trying. even if you're never gonna be normal, you have something... close enough.

and the little kitten of your life, this mangy, starlit tigercub, this thing you expected to rot so young: in your arms, it turns itself over, belly-up. exposing this new soft part, all the organs and guts. like it's saying i trust you now. you won't give me up.

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It’s finally happened.

After almost a decade on this site, I found another Tumblr user in the wild. I stopped to tie my shoe with rainbow laces this morning outside the silversmith at Colonial Williamsburg, and I heard it.

“I like your shoelaces.”

Oh. Oh no.

I responded the only way I could. “Thanks.” And then I reluctantly added, “I stole them from the president…and if that makes sense to you, I’m very sorry.”

The poor man, in full Colonial dress, stared at me for a long moment. And then burst into laughter. And said, “I haven’t thought about that in YEARS and this has never happened to me before.”

Yeah. Me neither. Not until today.

Tumblr rite of passage. Achievement unlocked.

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Apple Cider Cookies

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merry christmas all hail shark jesus

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why is miss piggy the greatest celebrity of all time. legitimately