flipocrite:

sapper-in-the-wire-old:

thatguyfromthatwebsite:

sapper-in-the-wire-old:

thatguyfromthatwebsite:

sapper-in-the-wire-old:

thatguyfromthatwebsite:

sapper-in-the-wire-old:

thatguyfromthatwebsite:

maxknightley:

amygdala-dan:

sapper-in-the-wire-old:

This makes no sense

it literally could not be more straightforward

It literally doesnt make sence, both have the same value, they’re both $30

I think the failure of many people to grasp an incredibly simple, barebones metaphor is demonstrating implicit bias very well

This dude straight up stated the fucking answer and still can’t understand it, because he’s expecting the answer to be his own views lmao

No im not expecting anything its just a badly frammed metaphor

Bro you said the answer. Both have the same value despite different sizes. It’s simple. Basic. Elementary.

But it never says that, it just asks you wich one is greater and the text ends there, wich leads you to thinking that one indeed has greater value then the other, and that the one with the greater value is the answear

It asks you which one has the greater value and what is the answer to that question?

Im not about to argue over a focken tit size metaphor

Never underestimate the lack of reading comprehension on this site lmfao

I’m just reblogging this to say that the replies to this post are really fucking ableist. 

(via bramblepatch)

stark-tony:

me, as a child lining up stuff in rows: now this is how you have fun

(via relatable-autism-memes)

I’ve been realizing how much shame I feel about being bisexual. Or not necessarily about being bisexual, but more about what it means. Because I have always had this uncomfortable feeling around women. Like I’m going to accidentally break something. Or someone. And it’s how I imagine men must feel. At least like… men who care about not hurting women. And who understand the power imbalance between them and women.

But most (that is: straight) women like it when men give them attention. Many like attention from men who are tall and strong. And not from people like me. Because they have been taught that womanhood is about feeling feminine in relation to what is masculine. And this is of course something I was also taught, since I’ve been socialized as a girl. And it’s how I’ve protected myself from the terror of women finding me brutish, disgusting, creepy and threatening. By trying to make myself seem small, innocent, childish and feminine.

Of course there is also the power that comes with being read as a straight woman that men are attracted to. That also mattered a lot. But yeah, it started with how I felt around women. It just happened to be both a good way to make women trust me/not find me threatening, and to make men be nicer to me.

So yeah. I’m not as proud/indifferent about being bisexual as I’ve been thinking.

sunflowermp4:

OBSESSED WITH THIS POEM BY DRI CHIU TATTERSFIELD

(via flightspecialists)

I can do whatever the fuck I want. As long as whatever is stopping me is not me, and as long as it’s wrong for them/it to do so, nobody can blame me for my life sucking. Including me.

I’m a fucking powerhouse. The fact that I’ve come this far is proof. The only way for me to be happy is to keep trying to be happy, even if something/someone is stopping me. I’m not going to settle for something I do not want. I don’t care if it means I’m miserable. Because being miserable would be worth it. Being miserable while trying to be happy is better than settling for “okay, I will keep breathing”.

I’m going to make this world better or die trying. I’m the world’s annoying friend who is hell bent on not giving up on it. If the world refuses my help, at least I will have tried. At least I will have showed it that I love it. Because in the end that’s what matters. Love. Love is what makes me happy. And my love is big.

I had really weird dreams. One of them was that my previous friend forgot that they had left their guitar at my house, but since they said we can have no contact at all in the future I couldn’t give it back to them. So I was like “welp, sucks for you, and I’m sad that we’re not friends anymore but at least I got a guitar”.

The other one was weirder but I don’t think I can write about it. Maybe on paper and then burn the paper. Except that it was weirdly hopeful but scary.

Therapy is good.

I mean, not always. I sure have examples of when it hasn’t been. But it’s doing me good right now.

Also, it seems like I’m getting to know myself a lot better the past year or something?? Reading my posts from the past year, it seems like my idea of my situation is about the same as now, and that hasn’t happened a lot. I think that means I’m getting better at mentalizing about myself? (Is “about” correct here?) That’s neat. And probably connected to how I’ve been experiencing a bit less depersonalization lately.

And yeah. Trying to get better at taking care of myself, going to therapy, making thought-through prioritizations, and doing my best… Those are things that actually help me. Don’t forget that Sam.

I don’t really have a community. For a while I did spend a lot of time taking part in the online autistic community. But then I was seemingly shadow banned from the fb group I took part in most (after being in it for 2-ish years, and I didn’t even get a warning, because apparently the new admin just did whatever they wanted and didn’t follow their own rules) and the past year I have just felt that I don’t belong anywhere. It was so important to me to get to talk to other autistic people and to, for once, feel like I wasn’t an extreme outlier. Can’t say I was average in those groups either, but that was fine. But now I feel so disconnected again. From everything. I need more queer autistics to talk to.

I need to be reminded of how it’s okay for me to be just me, and that I don’t have to care about whether other people like me or not. But being around such painfully normal people all the time, it’s making me forget. And especially the fact that we’re psychologist students… I keep feeling like I have to disprove something all the time. To show them that being autistic doesn’t mean I can’t be a good psychologist. But like… that’s not my responsibility??? The fact that I’m still here is proof that I’m able to do what’s required, and I don’t have to care about what they think. And I mean… Most are nice people and seem to be accepting, so it’s not like I have to convince them.

I suppose what I don’t want is their pity. I just feel like they’re trying to get me to talk with them all the time so that I’m not so alone. And I know they mean well, and I sure would like to have an actual friend in class, but like… I don’t want to talk about what I did yesterday. I want to talk about theory theory, why the humanistic perspective is so absent from developmental psychology and how we can make therapy more integrative. If you want a break from psychology, lets talk about how quantum physics is absolutely mind blowing, how we are going to deal with climate change or at least like… the current political climate? There’s so much to talk about and you want to know what I did yesterday?

I don’t feel like a person who sleeps. The mind just is.