da-at-ass:

Hi so please vote Hillary so trans people can stay on hormones and go to the bathroom.

It would be nice if you could save your shows of write-in candidate bravado for a year when trans people aren’t being openly attacked and attacks on them literally aren’t part of the Republican platform.

I mean Bernie gave Hillary his endorsement and if he’s obviously gonna vote for her and not himself or a third party I think it’s time to vote for Hillary to not wreck a bunch of people’s lives for the sake of a spiteful political gesture.

This trans person says thanks.

dominawritesthings:

People who perform manual labor should be not only given high and liveable wages, but unlimited access to healthcare and physical therapy to help manage the myriad conditions that come from doing back-breaking work.

Like this is not an absurd concept. It bothers me that people think that it is.

I think it’s an extension of the capitalist-backed culture of convenience. We throw out what’s broken and acquire new, rather than repairing what we’ve got. Employers(particularly in America) see their employees as things, and treat them the same way. Use them until they break, then throw them away and acquire new ones. And it’s deplorable.

legacysam:

hmwhatthehell:

do u ever feel like you’ve accidentally tricked certain people into thinking you are smarter and have more potential than you actually do and do you ever think about how disappointed they’ll be when you inevitably crash and burn

Fun fact: Impostor Syndrome is ridiculously common among high-achievers, particularly women. If you identify with this post, odds are pretty good that you’re exactly as smart as people think you are, and the failure you’re afraid of isn’t inevitable at all.

Your mental illness is lying to you.

infjconfessions:

leatherlacedbass:

hopelxss:

deadgoddesschronicles:

chi-dan:

jackslenderman:

icryformusic:

5sosphanandshortbread:

fun-n-fashion:

conductoroftardislight:

baileyarber:

the-malady-mill:

You are not stupid.

You are not ugly.

You are not worthless.

You are not weak.

You are not a burden.

Your mental illness is lying to you.

Fuck.

Also:

No you’re not bothering me. (Yes I’m serious.)

You’re not dumb.

You have great ideas.

Your smile isn’t ugly.

Neither is your laugh.

Yes people love you. No they’re not lying. Yes really.

YOU ARE NOT BOTHERING ME.

You don’t need to apologize, I actually AM very interested in our conversation.

YOU DON”T NEED TO APOLOGIZE FOR EXISTING.

in addition: yes i love you and your existence

Uhm… I really fucking needed to see this.

Yes, I am happy to hear from you.

You look nice today.

No, you aren’t being annoying.

Tell me more about the things you like, I’m interested in what you have to say.

If you changed your mind and can’t handle going out, we can hang out at home instead, I really don’t mind and I’m not mad at you.

Yes, I am really honestly happy that you’re here!

I think you’re pretty great actually.

Needed this and BOOSTING

needed this.

You will get better, even if you think you won’t. Nothig last forever, nor sadness

I hope you’re having a good day, I hope every day gets better and better. you really do matter 💖

Also, because it’s rarely said, you don’t have to get better to be worth loving. You’re worth loving this very minute.

planetoftrains:

POWER!

yo but this might have actually just been them blowing out the stacks, which is important in preventing stack fires, which while usually harmless can pose issues.

diesel doesn’t require a spark to ignite, just heat(that’s why diesel cars, unlike petrol cars, don’t have spark plugs), but a lot of diesel engines, particularly older ones, aren’t terribly efficient at burning their fuel. So you get some residue which builds up in the stacks, and then if you throttle up, you send a rush of very hot air into the stacks, which can ignite the diesel residue, which will then happily burn the rest of the crud that builds up in the stacks. 

I guess this theme will do for now. Feel free to check it out and tell me what you think. I also decided to kind of throw caution to the wind and bank on being irrelevant enough that it’ll never come back and bite me.