I was a professional juggler for like five years and all of my friends politely pretend it never happened.
Sometimes I will be holding three or more similarly sized objects and they will all shoot me the kind of warning glances typically reserved for cats who are about to swipe a fresh and crispy fish stick from a small child’s hand.
I gaze wistfully at a basket of apples and they all think, “Don’t you FUCKING dare,” so hard that I take psychic damage.
Just in case this wasn’t clear - she doesn’t have heterochromia. Second photo is her own parent exposing her for lying about having it, first photo is of her talking about struggles regarding growing up with heterochromia (that she never went through but is now appropriating), and the rest are photos of different blue contacts she has worn over the years and her natural eye color slipping out underneath them after her contact moved. Pretty sure the last one is the final stage - the implant she has gotten. Notice how her “blue” eye never dilates? Look at the difference in pupils. She has based her whole identity and career as a model on something she doesn’t even have. This post was never about her “rare condition”, but about her faking it.
Me: h
Sarah McDaniel:
She’s legit using cosplay lenses in some of these photos.
she also steals other people’s photos pretending it’s her
“if I just flip the photo they’ll NEVER know”
fixed her wiki page, let’s hope it sticks
It didn’t stick; they reverted back to “McDaniels has heterochromia that appeared a few weeks after she was born, because we’re too fucking stupid to see that someone who’s eye has a big black border around it like a damn anime character and sometimes is light blue and sometimes looks like a fucking gemstone is wearing lenses to appear unique”. I fixed it again.
Im so glad faerie portals are coming with options these days
How the fuck was this photographed
How the fuck was this photographed
the second pic made me feel such an enormous amount of dread and i fear that if i turn around, he’ll be standing right behind me and i will finally learn the truth of what he had to do
Develop a roomba that reacts to being petted and you’re going to make bank with millennials
Don’t forget to give it a little screen so it can flash up emoticon faces.
*bump into wall* >_<
*gets pet* :3
*low battery* ;_;
*stick on a ledge* D:
*sucks up something it’s not supposed to* >:3c
I loathe how badly I want this.
There’s a lil food delivery robot at uc Berkeley campus that does this and one spontaneously combusted last week and the students had a candlelight vigil on the middle of finals week
My dad has this little robot he got for Christmas named Vector and it travels around the house, has sensors on it’s back for you to pet it which causes it to chirp happily and make a little squinty face, connects to WiFi and works like Alexa/Google Home where you can ask questions, memorizes your face and remembers your name after being taught it so that sometimes it’ll look at you like its thinking for a bit before saying your name in a happy tone like it’s very proud of itself for remembering, comes with a little cube it can play with, and takes pictures at your command.
It’s absolutely terrifying how much it does and the spying capabilities but it’s so cute that I don’t care at all.
Anyway that’s what you’re all describing more or less.
i hate the idea of a True Self that you Never Show To Anyone like the me by myself isn’t me partly because humans are defined imo by their social interactions as we are social creatures but mostly because that guy is a gremlin. the disgusting idiot who crawls out of my bed at 1pm and eats peanut butter from the jar isn’t me he’s the manifestation of a collection of weird impulses that all give way at once. saying that dude is Truly Me In An Objective Way, as if that exists, is such bullshit like [holds up a creature that is on the cusp of going insane because its species literally cannot be alone for any significant amount of time] behold, a True Self! give me a break
peanut butter gremlin man is exactly as True as the dude who got invited to a frat party is exactly as true as the man who goes to job interviews and doctors appointments and applies to specialized courses and it’s useless to insist that one is truer than the others. truth isn’t real and peanut butter man has a 3.5 gpa. the self is a whole even when we insist on looking at it in situational fragments