No matter who you are, you can provide value. We each have an individual purpose that cannot be compared to everyone else. You have a different perspective to share. You can shed light on a situation that maybe no one else can possibly provide. You can utilize your unique experiences to help and positively influence others. At the end of the day, always remember that You are important. Stop comparing yourself to everyone else. Value, appreciate and learn from others, but don’t cut yourself short. We have all unique abilities and talents. Believe in yourself and appreciate your own value.
no matter what will happen tomorrow, nothing can recreate the feeling of being dead inside for months because of the lockdown and then completely on edge for days because of the presidential election, only to wake up to a text message that says “babe wake up, destiel is canon” and be hit by the fake news that putin is stepping down only seconds afterwards, like how are you supposed to recreate that feeling, how are you supposed to experience a mass hysteria like putindestielelection day ever again, I hope nothing will ever make me feel that way again but I will cherish that day for the rest of my life
ex friends are like. last time i remembered you i got so angry i almost crashed my car. i still think about your laugh whenever i see one of your favorite scenes on the show we used to watch together. you made me cry 3 years after we last spoke. i think of you on your birthday. you are a part of some of the best memories i have of my life. i hate you.
so i just double checked and yes, the 1855 toronto circus clown riots DID happen right outside my old college.
as in if i were sent back in time from the spot i stood every day to catch the streetcar, i’d be treated to the sight of firemen and circus clowns beating the shit out of each other whilst in and just outside a brothel
for clarification, yes, the clowns won the initial fight.
I’m sorry the 1855 Toronto WHAT?
I mean. It’s not as funny of a story as the title would lead you to believe, it’s more of an acab story than anything else bc apparently the butthurt firefighters who got their asses clown kicked stirred up shit the next day, hence the term riots rather than barfights.
back then firefighters were privatized, individualized companies and both them and the cops were in the same small but violent protestant groups that got all the important jobs in the city, largely known as the Orange Order.
Which is why there was barely (if any) police intervention when shit hit the fan day of. The firefighters had rooted up a bunch of their pals from the orange club on a vengeance warpath and the police took every effort to stall intervention. Apparently it took the mayor showing up and reportedly preventing a fireman from clown murder by prying an axe from his hands to start shutting the whole situation down
And apparently this, in accumulation with a bunch of other bullshit that involved anti-catholic riots and I think a bank robbery (?) was the impetus of widespread police reform. Like complete overhaul kinda reform. Like every-single-person-fired-and-replaced-potentially-multiple-times kinda reform.
Which is also why I can say clowns were an integral part of 19th century police reform.
no idea what just happened in the supernatural fandom but i just saw like six ominous posts in a row on my dash so my condolences and i hope i never find out what caused it
having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
