We have a civilization run entirely on tiny plates of rock inscribed with runes that channel energy to do our work, manage our money, make writing and music and imagery appear at the gesture of a finger. If that’s not magic to you, you’re wrong. Just because we understand a thing does not make it less wonderous.
just want to share some thoughts about finding peace.
as someone with a lot of trauma in my childhood i have spent so long and so much grief wishing i could go back and time and save that little kid, because that kid so desperately needed saving, but i’ve always thought it’s too late, bc it all already happened, and no one saved her, so she’ll never be saved and she’ll never be okay,
and i’ve spent the second half of my life mourning the first half.
but my therapist recently made me realize, that little kid is still inside me. i was her, and in a lot of ways i still am her, because i still carry her pain. it’s not too late. she needed an adult to listen to her, and i am that adult. i’m listening. i can tell her that none of it was her fault, and she can believe me, and i can believe me.
she’ll be okay, because i’ll make sure of it, and then I’ll be okay. you can be okay. if you find yourself carrying a lot of hurt, and blaming yourself, or anyone, think of the child who went through that. because no matter what you think of yourself, you know a child didn’t deserve that. and it’s time an adult told them so.
Since I posted those journals I drew in second grade, and so many people are messaging me telling me they relate, I thought I’d share this again. Realizing I can be the adult I needed as a child really changed my life. It was the moment of revelation I thought only happened in therapy on TV and in books and movies.
Every time I feel grief over the things my childhood trauma and mental illness stole from me, I don’t have to push it away anymore and try to move on without addressing it. I can think of that little me, and I can say “it’s okay. I’m an adult, and I’m listening. This isn’t your fault. You’re doing a good job. You are loved. I love you.”
And I know it sounds like a cliche, but that part of me, that kid that was so afraid, feels that love. And then I can move on.
So no one came to save us when we needed it most. We really can save ourselves. I believe in you.
ok, child drawings in the attic and unmarked gravestone berried grave shed thats locked for no reason, and can’t be opened (i’ve tried) uhhh footsteps when i’m home alone stuff falling down from the fireplace innards turning up on doorsteps cellar flooding for no dam reason lights flickering i’ll think i hear a parent callin my name when they don’t cat just starin at shi t my old cat just disappeared one day. cemitary over the road, and a old kennel surrounded by woods but some got cut down recently don’t know why a safe turned up in our driveway? like a month ago, the day after the trees got cut down as in a big metal one oh, also screams at night, 90% sure they are foxes tho 95% house is where a angalo saxon monastery use to be like 600 or so years ago at 2? houses ago, so not the house i use to live in, but the house before that there was a ruined house in the woods and one night, all the windows were smashed we don’t know why there was a house there In my last house, i always felt like something was watching me in the anex, it creeped me the fuck out, i always had to run after i turned of the lights and i went upstairs twice to find a bat in my room just chillin
ok everyone share their creepy house stories, go
Before I became a witch and told things to be polite or gtfo:
I’d see shadowy people in the bathroom mirror as I turned away, and siting by my sewing machine as I left the room.
I’d hear people walking around above me at night (I sleep on the top floor)
I’d hear my door slam while I was looking straight at it
My (very sweet) black dog would just randomly bark, something he never does elsewhere unless he has a reason
He also sometimes would sit and stare out the window, growling at nothing
My sister had a guitar teacher when she was little who would always arrive just as we were starting dinner , even though the tunes we started ranged from 5:30ish-8:00ish and we never told him when we were eating
There was a period of time when cats would just randomly show up in our yard and sit and stare at us
My mom has a metal fairy silhouette thing in the garden, it’s always getting bent or scratched
We have these little stone animals (a rabbit, a frog, and a family of owls) that are always falling, losing limbs, or getting buried for a series of days beforse being completely fine again
Not nearly as spooky or weird as the other persons, but I figured id share
Back at my parents house everyone always felt uneasy and like theyre being watched
There was a man/figure that i kept seeing (never saw him or anything else anywhere else), he used to watch me sleep so I would always hide in my mom’s room until i was ~12
When i stopped sleeping in her room i started waking up with burns and scratches (some scars). They seemed to say something cause there was repeating patterns that looked like letters but i never figured out what they said
My hair would keep moving, one day i heard someone yell in my ear and my hair (which was super long at the time) FLIPPED over my head to the other side
We moved to a new place and when we got there our dogs wouldnt stop barking at this one wall, and when they didnt bark they cried, so we got them out of there as soon as we could
The substance the teacher uses in the video is liquid methane. But methane has a really low boiling point. Like, about −160 °C low. So once it touches the comparatively hot floor, the Leidenfrost effect comes into play, and it slides across the floor. The issue is though, methane is colorless, so you can’t normally see it. Thankfully (in this demonstration), methane is also very flammable, so he sets it on fire before dumping it onto the floor so you can see it as it moves.
Definitely a cooler demonstration of the Leidenfrost effect than dropping a little water in a hot pan.
Or hotter, if you like puns.
THANKS FOR EXPLANATION SCIENTIFIC SIDE OF TUMBLR
My mama said I can’t be in yo class no more
how the heck did he get past health and safety to do this
the American public school system has no concept of health or safety
For years, Something Awful forum members have reveled in user
bEatmstrJ’s blow-by-blow account of a terrible bathroom remodel, in
which he sought to transform his bathroom “with a woman in mind” with an
eye to a future home-sale (“woman play an unfair role in the
home-buying process”); bEatmstrJ’s saga combines terrible ideas about
how a bathroom should look with total home-renovation incompetence,
making it the perfect foil for Something Awful’s pioneering brand of
jeering insults and mayhem.
Now, Something Awful user Dieting Hippo has celebrated bEatmstrJ’s
bathroom by immortalizing it as a level for the venerable
first-person-shooter Doom II, and so was born BATHDOOM.
more progress on BATHDOOM. got some textures in, and the plastic pebbles around the bath really hurt when you step on ‘em pic.twitter.com/d2gsJVub4V
Dieting Hippo told Matthew Gault from Motherboard that bEatmstrJ had
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#tbt that time two brothers bought their own planes, learnt to fly them and disguised them as soviet planes so they wouldn’t be questioned and then flew into east germany to rescue their third brother from a park and recorded the entire operation and got away with it
no but legit this is one of my favourite stories from the 20th century it just sums up human ingenuity and how walls just don’t fucking work when people will do anything to cross them
the first brother and a friend paddled over the Elbe on inflatable mattresses in the middle of the night to escape the east. they got picked up by a Wessi police officer, who said something like “bit cold for swimming, ey boys?” and the brother says “not when you’re trying to leave the East.” because all East Germans were automatically citizens of the West too, they were taken into town and established themselves there.
the second brother scoped out a particularly dark stretch of the wall. He escaped over it to the west by getting into a high building and shooting an arrow with a steel cable attached over to another building in the west. He then ziplined over. In response to his escape, the Stasi and the Wall designers built another guard tower in the middle of the stretch so no one else could pull the same stunt.
the two brothers met up and heard that their who was still in East Germany also wanted out. So, they learnt to fly planes and disguised them as soviet planes. This was so, if the border guards saw them, they wouldn’t fire on them – they’d have to ring up the Kremlin and ascertain whether they were actual soviet planes on an organised fly-by. they flew into East Germany at dawn (recording it all on camera because you’ve got to do it for the vine even before vine exists), landed in a park where their brother was hiding in the bushes, loaded him onto one of the planes and flew out of East Germany, laughing all the way.
other great moments include – the guy who broke out of the GDR by driving a very low-slung sportscar under a barrier, the family who built two hot air balloons with their bare hands, the guy who managed to windsurf out of East Germany, the man who stole a tank (my hero), the people who removed the petrol tanks from cars so people could squeeze into the gap where the tank should have been, and of course, one of the most famous photos of the 20th century, with Eastern border guard, conrad schumann noping the fuck out of there when he was meant to be on duty guarding the wall when it was under construction in 1961
ok but my favorite defector stories involve engineers, because engineers are insane
Eugeniusz Pieniazek, aircraft designer who decided to escape communist Poland by building an airplane in his living room, and lowering it out the window
Bernd Boettger, an engineer, escaped East Germany by riding a fucking torpedo across the sea
and even when these assholes screwed up they didn’t tend to stay in jail, cause communist regimes just couldn’t afford to keep locking up their engineers. engineers are special kinds of nutjobs
You are probably depressed, yeah… but have you considered the possibility that you’re transforming into a cat?
You cannot dismiss this theory without first testing it. Get up and run through your house as loudly as you can, stopping only to make brief, terrified eye contact with anyone you pass. Knock something over. Chew on a shoelace. Stretch real good with your butt in the air and find a patch of sunlight to lick your own leg in.
If it feels ‘right’, I think you have your answer.
