your-resident-boat-person

[your-resident-boat-person]

"kill them with kindness" wrong. tinkaton use gigaton hammer

[your-resident-boat-person]

[your-resident-boat-person]

[your-resident-boat-person]

When I was getting my associates degree I took a course on human sexuality. It was really fascinating and wonderful. One of our assignments was to write about the first time we ever masturbated which was very uncomfortable and silly at the same time.

Mine was extremely boring because there’s nothing exciting about a five year old realizing that climbing the fire pole feels really good.

I told a coworker at the time about the assignment and she laughed and told me about her daughter. They had these really old dining room chairs with carved legs. The chairs had smooth wood bulbs going up them that the kid loved to rub on.

Her mom didn’t want to dissuade her or make her ashamed but she also needed to establish that masturbation should always be private. So she talked to her daughter and explained that she could do that but must do it in her room alone.

The result of which was that everyone was aware the girl was going to masturbate when she dragged the chair into her room to be alone with it.

My friends was my favorite though, because his discovery was in stages. He liked it when his penis would get hard as a kid because it meant he could grab it and pretend to be flying a helicopter. His aha moment was when this happened once in the shower and the grabbing plus soap made him realize something else might be going on.

That was funny on its own, but nothing could match when in the most betrayed tone he said, “It was so much more fun then, before stuff came out at the end.”

[your-resident-boat-person]

God bless our troops in the trenches

[your-resident-boat-person]

You know i think the big thing i've realized about myself is i need to feel like my work matters. That im making a positive impact in the world. Working at the university i had this distinct joy everytime i got to help a student because i could feel that i was giving them a stepping stone to getting to where they wanted to go. I could be the person who opened a door they didn't know was there and i felt incredibly fulfilled doing so. Working retail i've felt nothing but pure distilled despair because i know what im doing is ultimately useless and wasteful. My work is actively making the world a worse place, every day i throw away pounds and pounds of cardboard waste. We cycle through designs bi-weekly its just churning out pollution and chewing up human labour in the process. It eats at me every day having to upsell people on poorly made over-priced garbage. I need to get back to a place that matters i need to get back to making people happy and improving their lives or its going to errode me beyond repair. I can put up with selling my life away to labour because i have no other option but at very least i need that time to have mattered.

[your-resident-boat-person]

[your-resident-boat-person]

[your-resident-boat-person]

site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word

site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition 

site that gives you words that rhyme with a word

site that gives you synonyms and antonyms

[your-resident-boat-person]

This war has to stop. Israel is stopping aid from getting into Gaza and people are starving.

[your-resident-boat-person]

i don’t get hyped for games anymore i just watch an announcement trailer and think “huh neat” then forget about the game until i see a youtube vid about it 2 years later with WHAT WENT WRONG?😱 overlaid on the thumbnail

[your-resident-boat-person]

How much precipitation fell during the wettest day in 1991-2020?

by u/Gigitoe

[your-resident-boat-person]

[your-resident-boat-person]

This was funnier in my head. Happy 4/20

[your-resident-boat-person]

hiya!!!!!

you seem really cool and neat and stuff <3

Ma'am I'm gonna hug tackle you.

[your-resident-boat-person]

Foreplay with a robot girl where I slowly keep removing RAM from her while she’s still trying to tell me about the things she’s into

[your-resident-boat-person]

Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.