Every time I see someone say “what is air?” or “trololol” on tumblr, all I think is:
get off tumblr, please.
you are doing ghost of christmas past torment to me
good fucking lord we need to demystify minerals. crystals do not have healing or magical powers you guys are just getting scammed
and we are what exactly? everything we interact with is a jigsaw puzzle of atoms. everything that effects or heals us in made of atoms and vibrations. negative ions from moving water affect our mood so why wouldn't crystals?
you are getting scammed
I own a rock shop. A lady came in about three years ago and asked me which crystals are best for healing, I gently explained that they didn't have powers or healing properties. She started crying. She had late-stage cancer and no medical treatments were working. A crystal-healer had told her the only thing that would save her were crystals, then proceeded to convince her to spend $2000 on what realistically was only maybe $50 worth of Arkansas Quartz. She had two months to live, and was being strung along by scammers who gave her false hope in exchange for her life savings. I had indirectly just told this woman she was going to die, and it was hitting her all at once. Unfortunately, stuff like this is a regular occurrence. Maybe that’s my worst story, but it’s something I encounter on a weekly basis at least. Rocks, Minerals, and crystals are cool as hell but they don’t have powers. They aren’t mystical or special. I’m sorry for going off on a rant about this but it’s frustrating and it can ruin people’s lives.
If someone told you that crystals have powers, you got scammed.
If you tell other people that crystals have powers, you are scamming people.
Stop fucking scamming people!
To be fair, there are some minerals that have powers, but those minerals are Uranium and Plutonium and the powers are Radiation Damage
the youtube notification of ''ooohh your video isn't starting up smoothly???? turn off your ad blocker you cunt <3'' is so pathetic to me bc it takes five seconds max. you think i can't wait five seconds? you think i need to give you money because five seconds is too long? i pity your wife.
“i’m just so subby i can’t say no even when i really don’t want it” you are an unsafe play partner.
recipe for disaster (from the revolution starts at home)
reblogging this a second time bc i think it’s really valuable to look at what abuse in kink CAN look like instead of just discussing what it DOESNT look like. I wanna talk about this more but frankly, this isn’t where my experience lies. if anyone has posts on the topic i’d love to read them.
you're disabled? oh youre so brave, i could never imagine living like that! youre so strong for continuing to exist while disabled. it could never be me. i would seriously hate my life if i was in your position. yeah i straight up wouldn't want to be alive if that were me. have you thought about how i feel about your condition? how i wouldn't wanna be alive if i were in your shoes? im just saying. you're so brave.
*walks up to a couple* so which one of you is the cheetah and which one of you is the golden retriever who keeps the cheetah from stressing themselves to death
⚠︎ ! your body has kept the score.
⚠︎ ! hospital ⚠︎ !
one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.