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I’m fine

When children say it hurts, it can mean different things.

I stubbed my toe - it hurts.

I banged my head - it hurts.

Someone was mean to me - it hurts.

I’m tired - it hurts.

I just learned about death because my hamster died and now the crushing existential dread of the universe has descended down on my soul, filling me with the morbid knowledge of my own fleeting existence and impending doom - it hurts.

We’re taught that if it hurts, you should tell someone. An adult will help.

This is A Lie.

No, that doesn’t hurt, you’re fine.

You’re fine.

You’re fine.

I said, you’re fine. I’m busy.

So, you learn to say you’re fine. You learn to pretend to yourself you’re fine. Often this leads to you being fine.

And for some kids, for whom the world is one big hurt, your whole sense of the world changes to just… fine.

For some kids, being tired is a constant ache.

For some kids, the noise around them feels like needles in their eardrums.

For some kids, touching the paper they’re given each day to write with is a horrible punishment for some unknown wrong.

These kids might well scream and shout and cry it hurts it hurts it hurts.

But they soon learn, they’re fine.

And as an adult, as we work and push ourselves harder and harder to fit with the ever turning wheel of tasks and self improvement, we say:

I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, I’M FINE.

So people think we’re fine.

And if it ever gets to that point where you’re so bone tired and over stimulated and emotionally pained that you can no longer keep it in, and it spills out over the top of your walls and drops you in a yawning pit of exhaustion and shame, and you can no longer muster the courage to say the words, they say:

What happened? You were fine yesterday.

No! I wasn’t fine yesterday! I wasn’t fine the day before! I haven’t been fine! I don’t know what it means to be fine! Everything hurts and it never stops hurting and I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt!

But you can’t say that, because then people leave you.

So you lock yourself away, and wait out the tsunami of hurt.

Until you can once again say:

I’m fine.

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RIP Kabosu, who inspired one of the most influential memes of all time; Doge.

2/11/2005 - 24/5/24

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It's okay if your gender is complicated and confusing to others .

It's okay if your gender doesn't align with stereotypical gender norms.

It's okay if your gender uses multiple different labels.

It's okay if your gender doesn't use many labels.

It's okay if you have an unlabeled gender.

It's okay if your gender is undefinable.

It's okay to gender.

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Doctor: $140,000 a year

Furry artist on Patreon: $160,000 a year

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GUISE

GUISE

IF YOU HIT “X+C” IT SHUTS OFF EVERY GIF ON YOUR DASH

EVERY SINGLE ONE TURNS TO A LITTLE GREY BOX WITH A LOCK

GUISE

TUMBLR HAS MADE ITSELF SAFE FOR EPILEPTICS

PASS IT ON

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trying to prove a point to the boys at school

reblog this if you believe trans men are real men like this if you dont

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ATTENTION

I AM ON A MISSION. I AM GOING TO FOLLOW EVERY FUCKING BLOG ON THIS SITE. ALL OF THEM. HELP ME ACHIEVE THIS GOAL, INTERNET STRANGERS, BY REBLOGGING THIS POST AND I WILL FOLLOW ALL WHO REBLOG IT. E V E R Y O N E.

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How the fuck do y'all deal with these fucking bots. I have seen so many people advertising amazon and fedex jobs, as well as AI videos that I could not care less about. Idk if I'm just tumblring wrong or something but damn

#i've encountered like 5 in 15 minutes #it's fucking ridiculous #i keep on reporting and blocking them but they always come back #how do i get rid of them #please

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jesus no

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Kent State University

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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All the hot girls meow when they don't know what to say

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You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).

Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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