#Helpfulness

[ettheapologizer1]

[girl-in-love-with-kpop]

Small about me to make you feel better about your life

only continue reading if you don't get triggered 😔 Does life always have to be hard? I don't know, don't ask me, I'm just a suffering person enduring hell, but do you want to know something funny? I’ve been through hell all throughout my life, so you're saying you can give up because your cat died? Nah, Nope, Nu-uh, let me show you about my life. Every single dang time I had a cat they all died within a month. Yea they were 1 month old, they had cancer, yes it sucks, guess what i saw my great grandma one time ONE time before she passed away the very next day, my parents divorced when I was an 8 year old, i had panic attacks every night hiding in the closet pulling out my hair for dear life, and right when i thought everything got better my cat bartleby was diagnosed with cancer, we slept together every night, then when he died, I became numb, I became a adult at age 8 because my mother was too sick to watch the kids, I fed them while she stayed upstair emotions slipping away every second that passed, I was bullied super badly to where I was suicidal, every single day i went to school everyone pushed me around and hit me, hurt me, hated me, just because I was a quiet child, I never spoke at school anymore, in fact I stopped going to school, I stayed in my bed all day crying and begging not to go to school, soon I was sent of to my grandparents in utah to get away from all the sad and angst and hurt I had, then when I had to go back to my house in arizona, I had never seen my grandma cry like that, I didn't know why she was crying until I did, she didn't want me to go back, she wanted me to feel better, to not have panic attacks, to sleep, to be happy, to get a break, to live, to smile, to not cry so much, to be myself, I went through this until i was 12, and im still going through this, aftershocks stuck with me, Depression, PTSD, All the Anxiety you can think of, Scars, Suicidal thoughts and feelings, early maturity to know to much about what its like to be an adult (that must be why I'm so wise as an adult), mental disorders, hormonal disorder, me going to a mental hospital for a few days, almost going insane, neverending mental breakdowns, stress, to polite to everyone I meet, and its so damn hard, and did I give up? Yes many times and even now I give up, but does it look like i'm dead? no, i'm a woman with a special backstory that doesn't define me whatsoever.

[gregor-samsung]

Nomadland (Chloé Zhao, 2020)  

[katiajewelbox]

I used to be a helpful, generous person... but being in a toxic environment for years changed me.

[christianotome]

“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” (Matthew 5:16)

[vee-lociraptor]

tiktok refugees i believe you are few but it is VITAL that you know on tumblr you can speak freely. kill. die. sex. fuck. you can say things here

[piedpip3rrr]

What is this? A crossover episode???

[evilgoodguys]

he’d forgotten how much he missed that smile.

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[morggo]

I Will Not Apologize

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[puppppppppy]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[lazy-digestive]

Common misconceptions! The Lube is actually the name of the scientist. What you're talking about here is "The Lube's Monster"! Hope this helps!

[maskenjager]

I can't unsee this

[ratcarney]

TUMBLR 101: a helpful guide for tiktok refugees

are YOU a former tiktok user trying to learn how to use tumblr to fill the void the american tiktok ban is leaving in your soul? here are some things you should know, from someone who’s going on their eighth year on this hellsite:

1. you can say anything on here. gone are the days of having to use words like “unalive” and “seggs.” murder! kill! sex! fuck! speak your mind!

2. there is a community for you on here. regardless of what you’re into or however small the fandom is, you have a place here. at least one other person will have heard of your weird obscure interest. strike up a conversation!

3. followers don’t matter. tumblr is one of the last remaining social media sites in which your number of followers means absolute jack shit. this can be disorienting at first, but once you lean into the fact that everyone on this website is equal, it’s very freeing. clout means nothing here.

4. similarly, you can post at any time. while tiktok has an algorithm that favors certain times, tumblr has no such algorithm. post whatever you want, whenever you want. every post has virtually the same chance at getting notes, regardless of when it is posted.

5. tags can have spaces between the words! this one is very exciting. tags can be a whole sentence. you can also use the tags to comment on someone’s post without actually adding onto the physical post itself (which is sometimes frowned upon and called “derailing” if you use this feature to bring up a completely different point other than the one that’s being made on the original post).

TL;DR: speak your mind, find your place, followers don’t matter, post anytime, have fun with tags!! tumblr is a wonderful site used to share things you’re excited about. be patient with yourself as you’re learning and have fun!

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.