You can’t not reblog this.
Know your roses guys
Or you just might fuck up the moment
and you dont want to do that ._.
salmon is for desire
what am I looking at
I can’t even remember how many times I’ve reblogged this anymore
The Kansas Supreme Court on Friday said the state’s current public school funding levels are unconstitutional.
In the much-anticipated ruling, the court said Kansas’ poor school districts were harmed when the state made the decision to cut certain payments after tax revenues declined during the world financial crisis in 2008.
The Supreme Court sent the case back to district court for more review to “promptly” determine what the adequate amount of funding should be, but didn’t set a deadline for a hearing. It did, however, set a July 1 deadline for legislators to restore money for two funds aimed at helping poorer districts with capital improvements and general school operations.
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My fucking state
the entire process can be beyond ridiculous, just offensive and traumatizing. for example, a therapist, the first step in all this that has to ok you for surgeries, for hormone therapy, for anything to do with actually taking control of your transition, they need to deem you as ok for any of it.
this often means making pre-ANYTHING trans women live as women full time without providing HRT or anything, essentially forcing them to walk outside and be viewed as transvestites by the world at large. we almost always just aren’t very ‘passable’(disgusting word) at that point. infact, very very very far from it.
its humiliating. to make sure ‘this is what you really want’ even though we fucking know what we want. it’s just an entirely scarring and unnecessary process for the entertainment of cis people, so they can feel superior or some shit i don’t fucking know. i DO know it causes lots of people to commit suicide before even beginning to take the steps they want for transition. they don’t even get to the hormones, let alone surgeries.
many times therapists will attempt to tell you no, you arent trans, here do this lets fix you cause there’s something wrong with you trans people don’t exist (this is totally legal)
edit: this is ESPECIALLY common with non binary genders i should probably mention
this is just the fucking therapist stage, the first part
I am so glad that I didn’t have this experience
How To Read A 223-Page Novel In Just 77 Minutes
Spritz is a company that makes a speed-reading technology which allows you to get through a mass of text, reading every word, in a fraction of the time it would take if you were turning the pages of a book or swiping through a Kindle.
The basis of Spritz concept is that much of the time spend reading is “wasted” on moving your eyes from side to side, from one word to the next. By flashing the words quickly, one after the other, all in the same place, eye movement is reduced almost to zero. All that’s left is the time you take to process the word before the next one appears.
The company is selling licenses for other companies who might want to use the technology in operating systems, applications, wearables, and websites. Obviously, the tiny screen of a smart watch instantly springs to mind.
But the real revelation of Spritz is in trying it yourself.
more about this
YYYEAHHHH this is really cool! I can’t speedread because my eyes naturally cross this could really help me! The only problem is blinking shit gives me a headache. Will I ever win
ooh this is pretty cool for things you wouldn’t want to spend a lot of time reading
but I quite like taking my time with books I read for pleasure, so I don’t know if I’d even use this. :0
So like did everyone else immediately understand 600wpm perfectly or..?
also i’m embarrassed about my 180 wpm typing speed now, youre a jerk spritz
There’s something broken in nerd culture.
There’s something broken, and painful, and wrong, and if we don’t correct it—hell, if we can’t at least learn to see it, to recognize it in ourselves, to notice when we’re being this ugly—we are going to spoil the very things that we cherish. The things that misguided posts like these are, however clumsily and cruelly, trying to protect.
Who ever told you that your fandoms belong to you?
I don’t care what it is. A band, a book. A television show. No matter what it is, at some point you stopped thinking about it as “a thing I like” and you started thinking about it as yours. And there’s nothing wrong with that, so long as you remember that it’s a feeling, not a fact. So long as you remember that that feeling is best, is most powerful, when it is shared.
How dare you, OP on the bottom right. How can you say—scream—"no, it’s not allowed to be your thing, go away" of fucking The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Have you READ Perks? Because far as I can tell, that novel (and movie!) is all about the intimacy and necessity of inclusiveness. It’s about how we’re all broken inside, all desperate, all searching for a family to call our own. For people who will love us for our jagged edges; people whose own jagged edges fit against ours like puzzle pieces. It’s about finding the beauty in mediocrity, in discovering more in people than you ever thought they could give you.
How dare you tell anyone they don’t get to be a part of that? How dare you tell them that because of what they like—flower crowns, Instagram filters, a pair of broken shoelaces and a caption in Helvetica—they’re somehow lesser, different, not allowed. Cut off.
How dare you make yourself gatekeeper?
What makes you think you’re worthy?
So you’re right, OP on the top, who in a fugue of almost self-awareness tagged your post “this makes me angrier than it should.” Because bow ties don’t belong to the Whovians, they don’t belong to anyone, and they don’t because they’re fucking bow ties. They’ve been a menswear accessory staple for a decent few centuries. Matt Smith has been the Doctor since April of 2010. It doesn’t belong to you; it’s not yours. And you don’t get to call anyone a fuckwit for putting a decorative piece of silk around their neck just because they think it makes them look dapper.Because lord knows you can’t just like the way something looks. Lord knows you can’t just like something. You have to be in The Club.
Didn’t you join these fandoms because you were sick of other people telling you you couldn’t be in The Club?
Has it ever occurred to you that maybe your Joy Division shirt was out of stock because of other Joy Division fans, and not because some ~mindless wannabes~ decided to ruin your day?
Has it ever occurred to you that maybe instead of policing why other people like or attend movies, you could actually turn a critical eye to the movie itself? That you can and should taste your media with your whole tongue, so you know just what it is you’re swallowing?
Has it ever occurred
to any of you
that if you walk up to someone who doesn’t seem to know her way around and you say “Hey, I notice you’ve only highlighted that one quote, y’know, the one about being infinite, and I was wondering why it spoke to you? And do you want to talk about the other parts?” you might
make a fucking friend?
Somewhere along the line, someone handed you a book. Someone sent you a playlist. Someone forced you to sit down on their couch and watch something with them, because they knew you’d love it. And that act, whatever it was, gave you a sense of completion and home. Absolutely, you have a right to that feeling.
But what on earth gave you the impression that you have the right to deny that feeling to someone else?
this is important
I feel pathetic. I’ve done nothing since Tierra went to work. I’m so tired of this