i hope you heal from the things no one ever apologized for
and I hope you heal from the things you don’t want to talk about
I hope you heal from the things no one else knows you went through
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recently discovered the phrase "queer as a coot" and vote we get that back into fashion but also adopt the coot as an official Queer Beast alongside frogs and rats
look at this guy!! those FEET!
Look at their BABIES
10/10 good bird, should be a queer icon
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top five most important things you can give a character. 1. bisexuality. 2. autism. 3. so much negative rizz it loops around into irresistibility. 4. so many bad events. 5. a coping mechanism that’s cute and silly provided you don’t think about it too hard
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oh fuck *falls back into old habits* *screen fades to black* *level loading* TIP: your belief that you are incapable of changing for the better will become a self fulfilling prophecy if left unchallenged
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it’s so crazy how many mid movies r made every year that u wouldve never learned abt if ur mutual didnt want to fuck an actor that plays in them
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Lately I did wonder if you did it all to make you feel desired, for love to replace your shame.
@thatonecrypticrobyn very fiadh coded
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introducing Belphegor, my son
MY BOY GROWS STRONGER BY THE DAY!
LOOK AT HIM!
this is the oldest cat in the world
my special boy is 6 weeks old!
b-b-b-bald.....
(this is normal for Devon Rex kittens, Belphegor is gonna be nude until his adult coat grows in!)
my son is 12 weeks old
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no third option pick one!
"both are bad I'm picking neither!" THAT'S THE POINT IT'S PICKING BETWEEN TWO BAD OPTIONS HENCE WHY I USED THE WORD "EXTREMELY"!!!!!!!!!
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Wow. The patience, kindness and calm communication skills. Outstanding.
From raindovemodel
loveisffandlattes
This made me cry. I wish all situations could be handled as perfectly as this
I just want to point out the core of what the diffuser did in this conversation
They recognized that the mother was also expressing a vulnerable truth about herself - that she felt like a bad mother because her child was expressing gender feelings she wasn’t equipped to help with - and met her where she was, a concerned parent with limited information - to point her where she should be heading, research and resources.
Im going to make more of an effort to stop reflexively pushing people away when they express biases and make more of an effort to hear the underlying fears when i can
“it’s easier to love ourselves when we feel loved as ourselves”
damn that is so powerful though
“it’s easier to
love ourselves when we feel
loved as ourselves”
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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why did no one tell me quantum computers looked like that
what the fuck
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One thing I find fascinating about Great Comet is the way characters talk about the war. Their tone tends to be light when mentioning it, but there's a repressed gravity behind their words. They don't want the war to come to them, so they hide behind jewels and fashion and operas. But it impacts every path that every character takes. The very first lyrics in Prologue are "there's a war going on out there somewhere". The war is happening, that's not debatable, but it's "out there, somewhere".
Natasha lets her anxiety show, but it's centered around Andre. She would have near the same worries if he were away on anything else. She misses him and loves him (which is a topic for a whole other post) fiercely. Additionally, when she brings these fears up to Marya in Moscow, Marya quickly changes the topic to dresses and games.
The only real time the war is brought up with real severity and anxiety is when Andre finally comes home. In Pierre & Andre, Andre repeats the line "there's a war going on". This time, he drops the "out there, somewhere". He knows exactly where the war is and knows that it's not something to speak lightly of. This line gives me chills, both for it's delivery and the way it wraps up the opening motif.
I never had the chance to see the show in person, but from what I've heard, this effect is magnified by the decoration of the hallway leading to the theater. The hallway is desolate and cold, with recruitment posters and propaganda on the walls. But then you enter the theater and it is lush and luxurious. The war is happening out there. Not here. We can't let it happen here, and we will prevent it through head-on denial.
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People I met for a few moments that live in my head forever.
Babe are you okay? You reblogged crystallizedtwilight’s Strangers that live with me forever. again
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just put laundry in the washer. there better not be any wet laundry after this
bad news
just put laundry in the dryer. there better not be unfolded laundry after this
what the hell..
putting some clothes on. there better not be any dirty laundry after this
you guys are not gonna believe this
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Tonight, we remember one who lent his enormous talent to telling the story we have all come to love. Hail, the victorious dead!
May the Simbelmynë cover his tomb as it did the tomb of the one he so accurately portrayed.
Bernard Hill Dec 17, 1944 - May 5, 2024
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“Dogs don’t know what they look like. Dogs don’t even know what size they are. No doubt it’s our fault, for breeding them into such weird shapes and sizes. My brother’s dachshund, standing tall at eight inches, would attack a Great Dane in the full conviction that she could tear it apart. When a little dog is assaulting its ankles the big dog often stands there looking confused — “Should I eat it? Will it eat me? I am bigger than it, aren’t I?” But then the Great Dane will come and try to sit in your lap and mash you flat, under the impression that it is a Peke-a-poo… Cats know exactly where they begin and end. When they walk slowly out the door that you are holding open for them, and pause, leaving their tail just an inch or two inside the door, they know it. They know you have to keep holding the door open. That is why their tail is there. It is a cat’s way of maintaining a relationship. Housecats know that they are small, and that it matters. When a cat meets a threatening dog and can’t make either a horizontal or a vertical escape, it’ll suddenly triple its size, inflating itself into a sort of weird fur blowfish, and it may work, because the dog gets confused again — “I thought that was a cat. Aren’t I bigger than cats? Will it eat me?” … A lot of us humans are like dogs: we really don’t know what size we are, how we’re shaped, what we look like. The most extreme example of this ignorance must be the people who design the seats on airplanes. At the other extreme, the people who have the most accurate, vivid sense of their own appearance may be dancers. What dancers look like is, after all, what they do.”
— Ursula Le Guin, in The Wave in the Mind (via fortooate)
carry-on-my-wayward-wesley
This paragraph went in so many different directions before it ended. What the fuck Ursula
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small bird was VERY offended that I picked him up off the sidewalk like a potato chip. don't fall asleep on the sidewalk then
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hmmm why does my uterus hurt and why do i feel kinda off. weird. surely these are not the warning symptoms of a predictable biological process that occurs on a regular schedule. anyway. im going to wear white pants today.