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set of nostalgia drawings by gabriel picolo. i don’t think i have enough space on my tumblr for all his works that i’d like to post.

these are incredible

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Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?

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I’ve said this before and I’ll point it out again -

Menstruation is caused by change in hormonal levels to stop the creation of a uterine lining and encourage the body to flush the lining out. The body does this by lowering estrogen levels and raising testosterone.

Or, to put it more plainly “That time of the month” is when female hormones most closely resemble male hormones. So if (cis) women aren’t suited to office at “That time of the month” then (cis) men are NEVER suited to office.

If you are a dude and don’t dig the ladies around you at their time of the month, just think! That is you all of the time.

And, on a final note, post-menopausal (cis) women are the most hormonally stable of all human demographics. They have fewer hormonal fluctuations of anyone, meaning older women like Hilary Clinton and Elizabeth Warren would theoretically be among the least likely candidates to make an irrational decision due to hormonal fluctuations, and if we were basing our leadership decisions on hormone levels, then only women over fifty should ever be allowed to hold office.


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Eat THAT, hormone-snipers!

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Testosterone levels are also higher (which is why you get more our of your workout when you do so during your period) so lol we handle assholes like you all the time and y’all can’t handle us and a little blood.

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dear shinji, how do I learn how to not be terrified of people? weren't you shy before too? how did you learn to stop worrying about what others thought of you and realise that everyone else is also another human being and treat them as just that? I thought I'd gotten over all this, but I tried something new for the first time today and once I was surrounded by a room full of loud strangers who seemed so different, I just withered completely. I'm getting too old to be this insecure :/


yo, on the real, I’m really sensitive to people’s energies, and when there’s a lot of different wavelengths flowing around I tend to get really frazzled and knock-knees with my words. I’m not good at entering a room full of strangers, either. at the heart of me I’ve always been a shy girl. happy and easily excited and full of extravagant gesticulations and a bit of a potty-mouth nervous storyteller, but a shy girl nonetheless. ideally I enter situations with at least one person who truly cares for me and loves me. in that way I have the courage to be me. it’s a little awful but hey. I’m not comfortable enough yet as a human to saunter into a place with all of my fun, butt-touching grandeur without someone who knows me well enough to know when I’m about to tip over into bad-shinji-headspace, who I can look at in a room and know that I’m safe. working on it. we all got our thang.

because i like to test myself literally all the time, I kinda often put myself in weird scenarios, but in doing so I’ve come to better understand the reasons behind my own discomfort. I’ve found where my boundaries lie, and have found myself more and more comfortable bopping along in the daily going-about of life. sure, I still get uncomfortable meeting a room full of new people, and sure, when I’m interested in a person I become an absolute train wreck, but I’m good at meeting people, at approaching them when I know nothing about them. it’s all about chance when it’s still hopeful, when you’re still not sure of someone’s story. be a booger and a half. swing your legs. dance down the street. bop-de-dop with cuties. I try not to be around new people or get out of my bed when I know I’m feeling mad out of tune with the world. if that’s unavoidable, then I listen to peaches and santigold till I start glowing, and then see how far I can push myself.

it’s really easy to let discomfort weaken your sense of self-worth, but once you see it as a lesson — once you try to dissect your discomfort and pull yourself from those really stubborn tentacles, you realize that everything is hilarious and people are kinda dummies and we all have trouble existing in one way or another. a lot of the time it takes me a day or so to realize that, but really, truly — most of the time, all your discomfort is in your head. it’s likely that you’re not hated as much as you’ve convinced yourself you are. and how liberating it is, in those moments where you are so unabashedly yourself, so unapologetically you. how loved you are when you let yourself be loved. how open, how receptive to the world, for better or for worse. everyone gets nervous. I’m like, the most nervous person in the world! if I’m not using that energy as fuel, then it cripples me! ha! gross! human stuff. but bleh. everyone’s a little weird, and we all have our little things that make us utterly and adorably human. something that i do is find that crack in people. not an insecurity but something endearing, makes me like people really easily. people with weird laughs or nervous giggles or smelly farts or what have you. it’s hard to feel uncomfortable when you realized that everyone is gross and adorable and even the most intimidating of people are really just babies pretending to not be babies. let’s tackle our insecurities and our social anxieties together. it’s all gonna be okay, cutie pie.





Breakfast around the world

Germany and Mexico please

Uk has way too many tomatoes (they’re also meant to be big tomatoes), and wrong kind of eggs and bacon. Also forgot to include beans and fried bread. Optional include black pudding and button mushrooms and diced potatoes/chips.

Edit: Italy has fruit and cold cuts too. And sometimes Nutella.

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"You are meant to fall in love with Dug. Dug will be this plush, fat dog that you just instantly want to hug. So he’s meant to be a quick read. You have to get right away why Russell wants this dog and loves this dog." —Albert Lozano, designer


"You are meant to fall in love with Dug. Dug will be this plush, fat dog that you just instantly want to hug. So he’s meant to be a quick read. You have to get right away why Russell wants this dog and loves this dog." —Albert Lozano, designer