whitepeopletwitter:

joytri:

the relationship between a girl and her favorite mug is something that can be so personal

orpheuslament:

a lot of you know me for the “my psychiatrist asks me about friendship & i tell him about distance” excerpt but its been almost a year since i wrote it & the whole piece still resonates so i thought id share (x)

partywithponies:

When the player character dialogue options in a game all suck:

markingatlightspeed:

ratfuck:

I put a smell on you

cats when they headbutt you

despazito:

despazito:

despazito:

let’s create a designer dog vote for length:

muzzle

tail

legs

torso

ears

coat

i will render the dog each day (currently moving tho so i may miss one) to track its progress and because the current blind voting system is making results too tame

he is still too normal

guys he is getting more normal

the more you pull him in different directions the more normal the median becomes, if you want to fuck up this dog badly you gotta spec into one thing

ohfolie:

catboymettaton:

cats are so right about lying on the floor and doing a big stretch

louisegluckpdf:

thr funniest part of therapy to me is when you first come in and you’re exchanging niceties and they say “hello! how are you” and you say “im fine how are you :)” and then 30 seconds later they put on their therapist voice and say “so how are you doing?” and you go well lisa. believe it or not im doing Bad

beemovieerotica:

I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven’t seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka “raptures of the deep”

basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.

she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.

if you can solve it, you’re good. that is the hardest part of the test.

because here’s what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they’re not dying, they’re not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.

a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he’d told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he’s at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can’t go down there, but he saw the woman go.

instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.

she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.

when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍