If you live in the US and you have a phone you need to keep secret for any reason, make sure that it is turned off at this time.
Yes, I’m doing this months in advance, and yes, my blog has very little reach, but I figure better to post about it more than less.
Please reblog and add better tags than mine, I’m bad at tags.
OCTOBER 4, 2023
TURN OFF YOUR OTHER PHONE AND DO NOT TURN IT ON AGAIN UNTIL YOU ARE ALONE AND SAFE BECAUSE THE ALARM WILL COME THROUGH AS SOON AS THAT PHONE IS POWERED ON.
AGAIN I REPEAT:
OCTOBER 4, 2023
THE ALARM WILL COME THROUGH AS SOON AS THAT PHONE IS POWERED BACK ON.
SO ONLY POWER IT BACK ON WHEN IT IS SAFE TO DO SO.
OCTOBER 4, 2023
If this doesn’t make sense, then good news it’s not for or about you but still reblog it because you never know who may need to know this.
Reblog and add more tags.
There’s just a whole lot of reasons someone may need to be aware of/prepared for this, so boosting
the worst part ab having online friends is that to maintain the friendship you actually sort of have to have conversations with them. if we were all irl friends i would invite you into my home, give u my xbox controller & let u play a game on my bed while i lie next to u and coexist in ur space and backseat game you
Or water fountains, public washrooms, outdoors tables, etc, etc
Notice how removing seating doesnt actually prevent people from sitting it just makes them uncomfortable and makes public spaces more hostile it doesnt actually work at controlling their behavior not till a pig comes along anyways and they’ll harass a homeless person/teen whatever they’re sitting on.
You’re only allowed to exist in America at work or (begrudgingly) at home.
so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone’s blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it’s just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else’s apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch
reblog if i can wander into your apartment (blog) and make myself lunch (like and reblog as if it’s my dash)
“She may hang keys from her belt to signify, “I hold the keys.” She may cut her hair very short, shorter by far than any men are wearing it, because short hair is a dykish thing. She may dress exactly like her own brother and then pitch her voice unexpectedly high, so that everyone who meets her is thrown a little off-balance in their perceptions of accepted truths about the nature of the world. She may grow her hair long and wear one earring only, or three in one ear and two in the other, or mismatched socks or other signs of asymmetry that say, “I cross over. I belong to more than one world.” She may dress exactly like her brother and then be highly indignant and chagrined if she is mistaken for a boy or a man, called “Sir” by a clerk or waiter. Because the social message she bears and is delivering is not “I am a man” but rather “Here is another way to be a woman.””
