entitysimp:

i hate you ai art i hate you “unalive” i hate you youtube premium i hate you twitter 8$ checkmark i hate you nfts i hate you therapy app advertisements i hate you non-chronological timelines i hate you instagram reels i hate you subtle tiktok filters that cant be turned off i hate you family bloggers i hate you ads on true crime episodes i hate you facebook i hate you vr glasses on chickens i hate you dystopian social media

beemovieerotica:

I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven’t seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka “raptures of the deep

basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.

she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.

if you can solve it, you’re good. that is the hardest part of the test.

because here’s what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they’re not dying, they’re not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.

a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he’d told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he’s at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can’t go down there, but he saw the woman go.

instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.

she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.

when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍

gdcreeper:

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If my boss emailed me in space while paying HIS debt saying my wife’s cooking is mid as hell, I’d just crash the ship and kill myself

vaspider:

ad-wills:

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@thebibliosphere

catscafecomics:

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Inch by Inchy

lakevida:

lakevida:

they’re making me scan 80s kentucky fair stuff again and if i have to see the pig ad again my day will be irrevocably ruined

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not even half an hour in

creekfiend:

two sorts of responses you can get on posts that go together so well are

1. “um actually op is wrong. it’s actually (several paragraphs which are in direct agreement with the sentiments expressed in your post but phrased slightly differently) actually”

and her beautiful wife,

2. “I totally agree with op! (proceeds to write long screed which directly contradicts the post you have written in either letter spirit or both in such a way that you feel immediately compelled to disavow every opinion expressed therein)”

you need both of these for a truly wretched posting ecosystem to thrive

beemovieerotica:

beemovieerotica:

beemovieerotica:

hate to say it but the key to having things solved by big company customer service is you just gotta stretch the truth with them. or straight up lie. actually. was on the phone for 3 hours because they sent something to the wrong address and spoke to 10 different departments trying to figure out if anyone could go fucking get it and they’re like “uhhh but can you go get it” bitch I’m 8 hours away by car, I don’t live in the house where you sent it.

took a moment to think, called back and was just like. Hi. My package was stolen off the porch!!! Saw the cunt steal it myself!! Anyway can you please send new things to this other address for free since that’s your policy for stolen goods thank you~☆ ! and it was immediately solved.

actually my tags are too good not to include

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follow me for more customer service tips and tricks

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THIS is how it’s done!!!

livingmythonfunnysmileisland1972:

do whatever you want forever btw even if no one understands. do that weird thing you thought everyone would make fun of you for drawing draw things you aren’t sure youll grasp yet do things 2 heal urself even if theyre embarrassing to others do that thing you arent that good at yet act childish have whimsy in your soul see the world n all its wonders try out things youve never known youd like make things for you youll find your people theres only so much life to live you have to live it to the truest!!!

biconmish:

gay-goths:

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i’m never deleting twitter

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I’M SCREAMING