On my hands and knees begging adults to allow children to engage in risk play.
And by risk play I don't mean handing them a gun and playing Russian Roulette.
I mean like climbing trees, getting so sick spinning on the swing they throw up, balancing on the curb, sitting in the mud, walking on slippery surfaces, building half ass ramps to ride their bike over, standing on rocks, or anything that involves a smidgen of confidence and out of the box thinking that could result in injury.
Obviously like watch your kids and such, but when we talk about the fun of being an 80s or 90s kid, it's not just talking about CDs and Walkmans or not having iPads. It's about how kids today were robbed of critical learning and experience skills we were allowed to have.
Playgrounds disappearing, helicopter parents, and sue culture really destroyed a child's development in the United States, and I think it's about time we as adults recognize that, because the kids sure have.
Late but this is me when I hear about an eclipse
apparently everyone is sick of my shit and they’re going to kill me tomorrow. idk it’s just what I heard
that time of the year when you realize the depression isn’t seasonal
people make fun of youtuber stans for being obsessed with some mediocre white man but to be fair i would rather people be obsessed with someone who looks like any dude you could find working at your local gas station than unattainable celebrity pin up models. theyre editing flower crowns onto men with acne and wardrobes consisting entirely of hoodies and board shorts and i fully support them. its good for the enviroment.
im changing... augh... i can feel my dna changing... it hurts.... *hand turns into a dvd*
Guy wearing a distressed jean jacket with a Kermit the frog patch walks up to the library’s facade, he turns around with a smile and says “the punkest thing you can do is return your library books on time” with a wink, tosses his copy of The Peanut Allergy Epidemic into the return box, a gnarled hand shoots out of the book slot and grabs his wrist, he screams, the twisted, knobby fingers tighten their grip and begin to pull, pull, pull, the guy’s body is contorted as he is forced into the tiny gap through sheer force, blood shoots out, so much blood, hitting terrified passersby as they leave and enter the front doors, a woman tucks away her checkouts into her cardigan to keep them from getting ruined, blood keeps spraying, finally his last foot goes through, his doc marten popping off and falling onto the concrete, bouncing slightly .
The thing about this website is that you can NOT predict what posts will do numbers. If you sit down and craft something and think 'this is the most insightful thing I've ever written' it will get one pity like from a ten-year mutual. If you flop over to the computer at 3am to drowsily type some bullshit like 'bones are perpetually unborn teeth' before passing out over your keyboard it'll destroy your notifications for weeks.
I finally switched to firefox and I've seen a lot of posts about the effortless importing of preferences from chrome and how it's important to support non-chromium platforms, but nobody is talking about the loss of productivity that happens when beautiful women come to your house to kiss you on the mouth because they heard you use firefox now. nobody's talking about this
i think these two should be friends