anyone know of other good places to blog and aggregate content? the Knights of the Round Tumblr* are officially getting to me.
*see: valiant souls of the rebloggin’ universe who find something offensive about everything.
Only if it somehow involves a reproduction of the original image that is as true-to-photo as humanly possible. In other words, YES.
i wanna help
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crows mate for life, dude.: cincodenada: victorymightbefire: i’ll tell you what though, nothing…
crows mate for life, dude.: cincodenada: victorymightbefire: i’ll tell you what though, nothing…
i’ll tell you what though, nothing makes me want to keep smoking more than self-righteous non-smokers.
it is not okay to just run around calling people repulsive, bro.
“why would you do anything that increases your risk of cancer?!?!?!”
um i don’t…
I get less self righteous and more triggery.
Look, it might be comparable to coffee for y’all, but I get to see my dad eat through a tube in his stomach every evening and have to go to the hospital to make sure his throat cancer hasn’t come back.
Seeing people smoke just brings me back to me as a college student wailing over my computer monitor, tryng to finish a essay, wishing I was back home, worrying that I might not be able to come back to my dad still alive.
I don’t know my father’s grandfather because he died of the same cancer when I was three. Also a smoker. I’m told he would have loved me, and during my graduation he would have been hollering and making me embarrassed as all hell.
I have yet to see Coffee cause a similar circumstance in my family.
I’m watching Pepsi consume the brain of my fiance’s father. he was an accountant, non-smoker, non-alcoholic his entire life, but he drank a lot of Pepsi. and now he’s rapidly declining into a horrific case of dementia. that said, I don’t even tell my fiance to put the soda down. he knows how I feel about it and he’s easing off of it for his own reasons.
my heart broke more than a little reading your story. don’t get me wrong, I don’t look at chain smokers and think that they’re choosing health. I have members of my family who also passed away from lung cancer. (I also have a grandmother I never met who, like your grandfather, supposedly would have adored me. she died from breast cancer. it sucks.)
but if judging people for putting chemicals in their body is acceptable, then I think the point of this post (or my addition to it at least) was that the list of substances should be a lot longer than cigarettes (or marijuana).
I mean, long story short, everything is terrifying.
it was only a hiss
IT WAS ONLY A HISS
but she’s flicking her tail
now, he takes off her scales
now, forked tongues go
i’ll tell you what though, nothing makes me want to keep smoking more than self-righteous non-smokers.
it is not okay to just run around calling people repulsive, bro.
“why would you do anything that increases your risk of cancer?!?!?!”
um i don’t know because i wasn’t planning on being immortal anyway and it makes people like you keep a distance.
“why?!?!?!” they say…as they drink their third cup that morning of their favorite possible carcinogen otherwise known as coffee and head off in their known-carcinogen-spewing truck to get a refill on their known-carcinogenic birth control, dialing friends on the way to make sure they’re in for getting drunk on a variety of known carcinogens known as alcohol tonight, which reminds them they should hit up the known-carcinogen factory known as a tanning salon before next weekend, when they’re going to their beach cabin with a likely-carcinogen generator called a wood stove to soak in the likely-carcinogen source known as the sun.
I don’t smoke, but I also don’t try to control other people’s risk factors and life decisions, because we all have our own levels of acceptable risk and benefits and reasons and can be perfectly reasonable people despite making different choices than other people, and we pretty much all do risky things that we find acceptable.
hear hear.
I try my best to gently nudge the average person’s idea of a smoker (not the cigarette kind, ‘hem) in a different direction, but I neither condemn anyone else for doing it (or a variety of other dangerous things, as listed above), nor try to claim that smoking is for everyone.
immortality is a) currently out of reach and b) not really something I relish the idea of anyway, unless a TON of factors fell into place. so why worry about it so goddamn much?
Your god is Old. He killed children
in Egypt, murdered lovers in the night,
swept sinners dead in a righteous wave.
He told Eve she would die
if she ate the apple, knowing
that he had already planted the seed
of the tree of Knowledge inside her.
He lied. He stole. He coveted.
Just because you create something,
doesn’t make it yours.I will not be Job. If god tries
to tear down my house, I will
not weep. I will build it up again myself,
with my own hands.
That god is not my god. I am New.
I will walk with children.
I will love and learn to swim.
I will eat apples and drink coffee
and build towers.
I will wear flowers
from that old tree
in my hair.
*SCREAMS* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
I KNOW AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH