And To This Day I Still Read It As I Shit The Gay, And It Takes Conscious Effort To Think Of It As Anything

A reminder to myself and others

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

I climbed a tree today.

The trunk of the tree was almost horizontal, so it was hardly climbing. More like just carefully walking up the trunk. It was still scarier than a lot of other tree climbs I have done, since it was snowy and quite slippery.

I still got some decent height out of that tree, as the splitting tree trunk formed some sort of staircase upwards. A really slippy staircase but a staircase none the less.

At a height of a whole 2,5 meters, the view was really nothing of note. I was in the middle of a town centre of sorts, so the view was exactly as grand as on the ground, except I had a bunch of branches in my hair.

like a 5,5/10, It was fun enough but I wouldn't want to spend time up there.

Walked past some 12 year olds spray painting 'sus' a bunch of times on a wall outside.

2 of them had also climbed to the top of a light tower.

I thought about something nice to post earlier but i forgog

Seeing 2 unrelated big blogs argue it out like what is this Godzilla vs. King Kong?

Imagine a world where, if you deadname someone, you legally have to change your own name to that name.

Possibly a better world than our own...

A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

9. en minäkään erottanut harjaa kammasta kun ehkä 17 vuotiaana

10. Kuka vieläkään erottaa noi eri sitrushedelmät toisistaan?

11. luulin että tossa tarkotettiin 80-lukua

Seuraavaksi Helsingissä opettavan opettajan valitusta typerästä lehtijutusta.

1. No voi voi

2. Oppilaat puhuu keskenään! Se on hyvä! Kun mä olin alakoulussa 1990-luvulla niin ei tasan puhuttu eri kotikieliä puhuvien tyyppien kanssa. (Mä puhuin ja sainkin parhaat kaverit silleen.)

3. Stadin slangi on syntynyt ihan samalla tavalla ja nykyään sitä kyllä arvostetaan. Pitääkö vaan olla vanha kielimuoto että saa olla olemassa?

4. Voi vittujen kevät nyt. Kauheen keskeisiä sanoja on tähän valittu! [sarkasmi]

5. Ei munkaan oppilaat varmaan tiedä kasarin ja padan eroa MUTTA

6. Mun oppilaat osaa sanoa "mulle tuli kurja mieli tosta mitä sä teit", ja sellaista ei TASAN osattu esim kymmenen vuotta sitten

7. Tässäkin jutussa taas sit syytetään sitä kun vanhemmat ei lue lapsilleen ja siksi on nykynuoriso pilalla. Voisko olla niin että ei oo kuulkaa ennenkään kaikki lukenu lapsilleen, ei ne suomenkielisetkään vanhemmat. Mut nyt on hyvä tehdä juttu siitä miten vieraskielisyys tuhoaa Kauniin Suomen Kielemme

8. Nih

I did the mistake of looking what else has been posted with the fart pillow tag...

Whenever I look at brazil on a world map I cannot unsee it as a fart pillow with uruguay being the opening.

She's got her tongue sticking out she's so derpy

She's so cunty, but is your transit network as cunty as this???

nah it was huomenna by uniklubi

When I am listening to songs in Finnish or whatever, I often get stuck up on translating some of the words to english. Not like in an "I cant think of a translation" kind of way, but in an "I wonder how translating this like that would affect the flow of the song" kind of way.

Anyways, today I was listening to a song that had the words "olen surullinen", or "I am sad" in English. I noted how the Finnish version is much longer than the English one, that "sad" translates to "surullinen", a much longer word.

Then I that rabbit hole of a thought went a bit further, and I realized that the the Finnish word for "sadness" is much shorter, "suru", even though it is longer in English.

A nice enough thought on its own, but the hole goes deeper. I went on to think about why this is, and realized that in English, the adjective "sad" is the base form from which the language derives the other forms. In Finnish though, the base form is "sadness", which basically is the essence of being sad, the noun, from which the language gets the other words. And from this perspective of having the noun be the base form, being sad could be interpeted as having the essence of being sad. Thats what the "-llinen" ending in "surullinen" (the adjective, the feeling) means, having something or similar.

Not really sure if there is a point to any of this, just reflecting on how different languages "think" and also discovering a part of why translating songs between English and Finnish is so hard.