Tag: sigh

robothugscomic:

New comic! (link)

I am at my best when I have structure and predictability. I guess I thought when I was younger that I’d be cool and spontaneous and adventurous, but it turns out that that kind of lifestyle and my illness don’t mix.

So changes are hard for everyone, I know, and they’re really hard for me. And that means good changes too – even when I’m excited for something, it can be really hard on me to figure out how to manage the stress and uncertainty of what that good will look like.

I wish I could just enjoy things and be excited for them and look forward to awesome opportunities, and I do… but it’s hard on me. I guess I’ll never be easy going, which sort of hurts, but I’m ok. There’s lots of good things in my life, and I’m looking forward to (and worrying intensely about) future things to come.

ownedbythevoid:

eccecorinna:

we can now say that we were told last month that the return of replies was “imminent”

maybe we need to stop asking when will replies return from war

maybe we need to ask if they got stranded on the island of the lotus eaters or if they ate the cattle of the sun or taunted the cyclops because at this rate it’s gonna be 10 years and we’re gonna have to keep the suitors at bay with a weaving trick

what suitors, nobody can reply to anyone’s posts

latining:

tyrannosaurus-trainwreck:

knitmeapony:

scientia-rex:

In weird thoughts, FDR became President on March 4, 1933. Steve would have been fourteen at the time. FDR remained president until Steve went into the ice.

Huh. Did he go into the ice before the 22nd Amendment was made law?

Well, it was ratified in the ‘50s, so…

It was ratified in the ‘50s so there could never be another socio-communist with three terms.

Four, actually, although he died shortly after beginning the fourth one. And OH BOY were they mad they’d pushed that amendment through 30-odd years later.

feathersmoons:

thatautismfeel:

that autism feel when your bad motor skills show up in weird ways so no one believes you that you have this symptom, like you can do very fine needlework and tiny drawings but you always misjudge how close you are to the corners of tables and chairs so you’re forever hitting your legs on things, and you just can’t seem to judge how far back to tip a can or a bottle sometimes, so you’ll spill soda all down your chin in public and feel completely embarrassed

SO. MANY. INEXPLICABLE. BRUISES. (I tend to phrase it as “sorry my proprioception just fainted.”)

Students who considered themselves socialists were not so much interested in the poor as they were desirous of leading
the poor, of being their guides and saviors. It was just this
paternalism toward the poor that the vision of solidarity I had
learned in religious settings was meant to challenge. From a
spiritual perspective, the poor were there to guide and lead the
rest of us by example if not by outright action and testimony.
As a student I read Marx, Gramsci, and a host of other male
thinkers on the subject of class. These works provided
theoretical paradigms but rarely offered tools for confronting
the complexity of class in daily life. […]

[W]hen I told friends and colleagues that I was resigning from my academic job to focus on writing, I was warned that I was making a dangerous mistake, that I could not possibly live on an income that was between twenty and thirty thousand dollars a year. When I pointed to the reality that families of four and more live on such an income, the response would be “that’s different”; the difference being, of course, one of class. The poor are expected to live with less and are socialized to accept less (badly made clothing, products, food, etc.), whereas the well-off are socialized to believe it is both a right and a necessity for us to have more, to have exactly what we want when we want it.

bell hooks, Where We Stand: Class Matters, chapter 4 (via snailfan)

“Students who considered themselves socialists were not so
much interested in the poor as they were desirous of leading
the poor”

so much fucking truth in this

(via uhbutwhytho)