#I wish I could unlearn this

[ontheoutside-lookingin]

My partner just told me his dad always used old crusty ass bread for French toast like that’s normal and not deeply disturbing, maybe I just have a weak stomach but the thought of consuming rancid moldy bread like that, even cooked, makes me really nauseous

Is this a thing??? He swears it’s a thing. Like he has never heard of making French toast with fresh ass bread like actual good bread??

No way in fuck restaurants are allowed to do this, right?????

I’m actually so scared of the answer

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[miikoissant]

Happy birthday to the man who inspired me to learn Danish even if I won't use it that much ‼‼

[eyeswaitingfortuesdaynight]

yoo iseol is truly a girl's girl 😭😭😭😭😭

[nonokoko13]

Ok so today I found out Nanbaka ended some time ago so I spoiled myself and man, the ending was so rushed and angst for no reason and overall disappointing??? The author threw very important lore info and a plot twist that felt all out of the blue near the ending... I love angst but when it is well written, and this was not. Their friendship was real, even if prior to the series start wasn't I know what I read was real friendship and this ending ruins for me one of the main themes of this show.

I don't post a lot about this series because I started it before I even had Tumblr but Nanbaka was everything to me back then. Even after I was forced to move on because the english translation stopped and finding all chapters fan translated was very difficult I'd find myself thinking about these characters sometimes and I almost dare to say that it was a comfort series. Not being able to keep reading it without going through a Odyssey was already upsetting but the ending? What in the actual fuck is that. Is not even the fact it was a sad ending what bothers me the most, it's that it was sad and felt bad written or without proper building 🙁

This literally summaries my opinion regarding what happened to the main group:

Now I feel bad? Bad like when you receive bad news irl? Like I've received a punch in the stomach or a betrayal from a dear old friend

If spy x family or yuu & grim (including all of their friends in twst) separate in the end I'm losing all hope of being happy and relaxing with this trope without fearing the chance of getting backstabbed again forever

God please let them stick together or I'm going to make you the same thing you have done with me

[tsaricides]

knowing english is useful. i do however miss being happy

[feykrorovaan]

Sometimes I think about what lyrium actually is and I just

[whiskeydickclaws]

When I was eight, I learned an important phrase.

"Everyone knows..."

I heard it spat at my mother, the door of our dingy apartment half open, yellow light siltering in from the hallway and over the blankets on the floor that my brother and I slept in.

"Everyone knows gypsies don't pay rent. You don't have clean money."

Out by the end of the month.

I didn't know what that meant at the time, I only knew what it changed in my life.

New rules were thrust upon my brother and I as we carried out blankets and pillows into the bedroom in my grandmother's basement.

Don't put your things on the floor. It floods when it rains and it will ruin your toys.

Don't scream when you play, your grandfather works nights and he's asleep.

Stop speaking that language. Stop it right now. We do not speak Hebrew, we do not speak Sinte, we are not dirty.

We do not speak.

I learned to bite my tongue when English didn't express what I needed it to. To swallow down my culture and my religion like a bitter pill. A life saving measure that treated the shakes finding a swastika carved into my desk left.

We do not speak.

We are not dirty.

We have washed ourselves of the shame of our being. Our existence is to be scrubbed and scraped and swirled down the drain like the dirt left on our hands after pretending we are squirrels in our Bubbe's yard.

We do not speak any longer, we do not announce our existence in polite company, where our very being might soil their opinion of us.

There is no such thing as language beyond what is expected, what is allowed. English is to be spoken exactly as it should be, with each syllable matching what the christian born white men speak as they make their speeches behind pulpits and books I do not understand.

My first language, my second language, my third language I shared with my sister who needed it so badly.

Swallowed down, down, down, down.

Forgotten.

My hands could not move to follow hers, my tongue could not form the hymns and prayers I once knew. When my auntie spoke half in the language of our people, I could only stare and wish I knew how to do the same.

We are not dirty.

We do not speak.

There is safety in silence.

We do not speak.

[sxcret-garden]

Does anybody else have this thing where you're used to living with anxiety and being constantly on edge, and the second you finally enter an environment where you know logically that it's safe, you get even more anxious because your nervous system is preparing for the Bad Thing that's bound to happen Anytime Now??? Because that's currently me and i'm not having fun

[dreamwinged]

every day feels like Wow i can’t keep doing this. yet somehow i KEEP DOING IT

[your-fave-is-forklift-certified]

Mac Tonight

he shouldnt be but sure!

[horrorlesbians]

hel, i just wanted to tell you it's deeply important and meaningful to me every time you talk about your relationship with body image and your mother because i am the same way. i love my mother with all my being and she is a good mother, but when you mentioned she basically forces you to shave it reminded me so much of the pain i thought i was alone with, given i often am confronted with the same problem. i hope you're doing well <3

i mean this as positively as possible but almost all of our experiences are universal. there is always someone out there who went through what you did, I'm happy that i can be that person for you because i remember how isolating it felt within those moments. every mother who hates her body taught her child to hate their body in the same way and even though i am not going to have kids i try to break the cycle every day

[ghostpantomime]

friends <3

[dont-bee-shy]

i can’t believe i have to write this but if you actively ship incest ships you can press that sweet unfollow button and get the fuck out of here

[on-leatheredwings]

[daz4i]

saying "I've been pavlov'ed into unhappiness" is such a weird sentence i hate that it's true