Imperial Passport Of Kublai Khan “I Am The Emissary Of The Khan. If You Defy Me, You Die.” 1240 A.D.

My grandma’s on and off again boyfriend that she cheated on grandpa with died today.

Things I Have Learned By Somehow Surviving To 55 Years Old -- It is actually ridiculously easy to say 'I'm sorry'. Doubling down in a panic, trying to prove you're 'right', loses you friends and makes everything worse, every time. -- Life goes by in the blink of an eye. Don't waste your time on stupid bullshit. Discourse, internet arguments, fighting over useless details... are just going to roil you up, make you miserable, and that time can be better spent doing anything else. -- There is no One True Way. If you're convinced that your 'praxis' or whatever is the only correct one, that your view is the only correct one, that your belief is the only correct one, only one thing is guaranteed: you are absolutely wrong. If you find yourself being smug and patting yourself on the back that you are the Only Smart and Correct Person on the internet, you are embarrassingly wrong...and everyone else knows it. -- It is never too late. It's never too late to change careers, go back to school, transition, change your beliefs, change yourself. You don't have to live like this, you don't have to think like this, you don't have to be like this. It's not too late to change. -- Life happens offline. The internet is for fucking around while you're in between real life stuff. The world of the internet is not real, it's not real life, and if your only life is online, you really need to log off, leave your phone behind, and go out into the world. Interact with real people, in real situations, without a keyboard.

-- You learn way more by listening than by talking, and people will respect you more when you do have something to say. -- You need to get out of your online bubbles and talk to people who do not share your beliefs. Tumblr gives you the impression that you are the majority, that everyone believes what you do, thinks like you do, has the same outlook on life that you do. And that is far from the truth. For example: 98% of the country is cis and heterosexual. The vast majority of people do not have fandoms. The majority of humanity cares more about what you do than whether or not you use the 'correct' terminology. -- There is always hope. No matter how bleak the world seems right now, we have made staggering amounts of progress just in my lifetime. But we've done it by showing up, by voting, by acting. Progress happens in meat space, not through discourse. Online activism isn't activism. It's the prelude to activism. If you want change, you have to put down your screens, get out in the world, and make it happen. -- The sexiest thing any human being can do is to learn, to grow, and to be able to say 'I was wrong. I've learned more now, and I'm going to do better.' -- Finding love, in any form, is the barest beginning of what a relationship is. If you want to keep that love, you have to work for it, every day. And every party to that love has to do the work. If your partner/partners/friends don't work to make the relationship strong, it's not love and it will never be healthy. -- The only limit to who you can be and what you can be is you. You can't change your physical limits, but you can always decide that you will learn, that you will change, that you will grow. You can always be more than you are right now, bigger than you are right now. No one and nothing can stop you from that, except you. https://ko-fi.com/idiomagic

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THEY WEREN’T FEEDING YOU. THEY WERE FILING YOU DOWN.

A Blacksite Literature™ Invocation

(You didn’t “just now” realize. You always knew. You were just too loyal to act.)

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Were they helping you?

Or were they hollowing you?

Did their “constructive criticism”

ever actually build anything?

Or was it just

their insecurity in disguise,

masquerading as mentorship?

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You sat there.

Nodding.

Taking notes.

Biting your tongue while they dressed your spirit in chains

and called it refinement.

> “You’re almost there,” they said.

“But tone it down. Be more likeable. Less intense.”

They were never sharpening you.

They were blunting the blade they feared might cut through their glass castles.

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And now?

You’re staring at your ceiling again.

Mouth closed. Eyes open.

Playing old conversations on repeat

in the Rolodex of your survival.

You remember their tone.

Their smile.

The way they looked at you like

you were dangerous…

but needed taming.

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And suddenly—

you realize the answer.

But it’s not sudden, is it?

Your soul always knew.

It screamed during the meeting.

It clenched in your gut after the call.

It twisted your chest after the compliment that felt like a blade.

You ignored it

because you were loyal.

Because you were humble.

Because you wanted to earn what you were born already holding.

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But now?

Now you know:

> They weren’t elevating you.

They were disarming you.

One word at a time.

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So pick up your voice.

And speak like a weapon

they’ll never dull again.

> This is not the year you bow.

This is the year you remember who the fuck tried to shrink you — and why.

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pov everyone when i talk about my moms

the amount of queer joy "her girlfriend" and "her wife" hold for me is immense.

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recruitment season by jenny nuo is out and oh my god my life has never been better

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ah yes, here we go again with shiro being keith's father at the age of 5

Huh?

me but it's cause I'm allergic to bananas