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i just wanna mute my overthinking

you ever catch a glimpse of a cloud passing in front of a full moon and you’re suddenly a highwayman in an 18th century ghost story who just left a tavern on a chilly october night to ride horseback through the woods till you reach the next town over

Fucking Headless Horseman shit.

Just. For the record, for anyone worried after seeing that post; Traumadumping on the first day of therapy is like. A good therapist’s dream. Like they WANT you to spill out your problems so they can help you work through them. When you only have an hour with someone once a month it is a Godsend for them to be able to just. Say whats hurting them right off the bat. The biggest problem I had at therapy was I became so conditioned to not talk about my issues that nothing was able to get done. So please, ‘traumadump’ to your therapist. Its what they’re paid for. They are trained to decompress, you don’t have to worry about them.

I'd like to caution you on one point:

your therapist may stop you at a certain point. this doesn't mean they don't want to hear about your trauma or can't handle it. for a therapist, not only what you do in the room matters, but also how you leave therapy. if you get very deeply into stuff that upsets you deeply, they may stop you at a point to make sure you'll be okay walking out of that room and not just ripping open wounds that'll follow you into your daily life.

yes, you should talk about trauma with your therapist, and you can tell them about your trauma and that's encouraged and helpful if not necessary to the process. but it's not the only part of therapy and a (good) therapist trying to focus your attention back on the now isn't doing this to shut you up, but to keep you safe.

YES! That's the same reason you see us looking at the clock. We aren't waiting for you to stop talking, we are making sure you have time to get into what you're talking about.

The last thing we want is for you to talk about something that will rip open wounds and make you feel vulnerable and hurt and awful for us to have to tell you we only have five minutes and you have to leave our office feeling that way.

We want to make sure you will be as okay as you can be until next time.

Happy Indigenous Peoples’ Day!

Janet, who is NOT a robot, speaks the absolute truth.

god my absolute favorite feeling is devouring a book, when you get so into the pages and the words that you have to stop your eyes from skipping lines and force yourself to read every word, when you’re so impatient for what happens next that you can’t sit still while reading, when you have to re read whole pages because you were too busy predicting and anticipating that you missed the actual events, when you read a part that’s too good for words and you have to close the book and scream into your pillow, that’s what reading a truly great book is about and the feeling is even better when you haven’t found a book like that in a long time and then you stumble across one and something inside of you awakens

people should just embrace jewel tones already if I see one more house entirely decorated in washed out neutral colours I’m gonna sue someone

hell is not a fiery demon pit its a never ending white and cream minimalist apartment, every time someone paints a room entirely white and adds a pale blue throw cushion for “a splash of colour” they are carrying out the work of the devil

#fuck resale values my mental health comes first

Writing one’s home-nesting tendencies around resale value is itself playing into the Devil’s hands.

Paint your walls. Install catwalks for your kitties. Transform your home into a hobbit-hole or the innermost chambers of a D&D dungeon owned by a particularly campy lich. Grow a rainforest of plants in your southern-exposure window rooms or strangle your house in vines.

Horrify the Petunia Dursleys of the world by your mere existence, and be happy.

A while ago Facebook kept trying to advertise some kind of design magazine/website to me with an article “The Most Colour-Soaked Home We’ve Ever Seen” and I finally clicked the link and all the pictures were a bunch of white and off-white rooms with a couple of vases and books in bright colours scattered around. Like bitch you’re advertising this to me in Atlantic Canada we don’t do “splashes of colour” we let the floodgates open. Your lame-ass pallid designs have no power here.

When it’s foggy 350 days of the year, you’ve got to be able to pick out your own house from a distance. 

,,,,Fuck

I almost started crying because?????? They’re so pretty??????????????

This is where I’m from! 😁 The first picture of the colourful row houses is called “Jellybean Row”. How cute is that, right?

The "particularly campy lich" line made me giggle.

But also, these houses are gorgeous. Reminds me of the color we see in New Orleans.

Thanks for the tag @teamsladsandgents

pumpkin or apple // cocoa or cider // halloween or thanksgiving // leaf piles or apple picking // hay ride or corn maze // wooly sweater or furry slippers // pumpkin carving or knitting // squash or sweet potato // black cat or bat // skeletons or witches // fake blood or fake spiders // mashed potatoes or stuffing // orange or black // apple pie or maple apple cider donuts // marshmallows or candy corn // vampire or werewolf // fireplace or cozy nook // spiced wine or craft beer // candied apples or s'mores // big scarf or oversized hoodie

A lot are or… I don’t do or. And please.

No pressure tags: @mgarner1227 @madpanda75

@thatesqcrush​ Here you go my love.

pumpkin or apple // cocoa or cider // halloween or thanksgiving // leaf piles or apple picking // hay ride or corn maze // wooly sweater or furry slippers // pumpkin carving or knitting // squash or sweet potato // black cat or bat // skeletons or witches // fake blood or fake spiders // mashed potatoes or stuffing // orange or black // apple pie or maple apple cider donuts // marshmallows or candy corn // vampire or werewolf // fireplace or cozy nook // spiced wine or craft beer // candied apples or s'mores // big scarf or oversized hoodie

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) dir. Jim Sharman

by Cat Chmaj

Touchlamp kitty!!

Writers don’t owe you anything. Fanfic is “free” and we have lives outside of Tumblr, AO, etc.

Encouragement is nice. Comments are awesome! Reblogs are gold! We live for that!

Shitting on a writer for playing an ask game and not updating a story you’re reading, makes you 🗑.

I said what I said.

I don't even write and I know the answer to this.

Sometimes the muse just isn't speaking to the writer.

And asking this question while hiding behind the anon button shows your character. On behalf of all of my friends who are kickass writers, please fuck all the way off.

👏Y'all👏need👏to👏realize👏the👏anon👏option👏is👏for👏shy👏people👏and👏not👏for👏your👏dumb👏ass👏to👏send👏hate.👏

The Kodkod, or better known Leopardus Guigna or Huiña, is the smallest of the eight species of New World cats included in genus Leopardus that populate southern America, and it's one of the smallest cats in the world. With a little patience and luck, you can still find them in isolated pockets of forest in southern Chile, especially around Los Lagos and Chiloé Islandl.

@thatesqcrush​

Look at the kitty!!

@elflady here’s some road show content, just for you(he’s singing Talent)

From the article named "Vote which TV Character Would You Be Down to Be Quarantined With"

Cons more like: would eat all of my snacks and drink all of my coffee. 🙃😆