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Alexander matters a lot to me.
@kiricat Greetings to Kiri :-)
To be honest with you, I miss Huntsville. I was only there for four days last summer but it left an impression. I'm supposed to be moving to Ohio in a few months, but I'm like, "when can we go back to Huntsville?"
(life detailssss)
I moved to Kentucky actually! I live there now instead of California. Cleaned snow off my car for the first time a couple of months ago. I live about three miles away from my partner, which distance is quite a bit closer than the 2500 miles it used to be.
My sister and I drove me here together. It took five days. We learned why Kansas is the worst state in the Union, why people are constantly fleeing Denver, and that the largest Pre-Columbian earthwork in the Americas is a popular jogging spot surrounded by strip clubs, from whose summit one may view the St. Louis arch.
The most beautiful place I saw was in Utah and the most wretched place was Kansas. Just all of it. Don't go to Kansas.
If you are ever near Nashville, Tennessee, I recommend stopping by McKay's, which is an excellent used bookstore that accepts trades. Be advised, however, that the trade-in process takes a while.
Man, I don't know. There was something else I was going to say, and I'm not sure what it was. Post is half-finished. Is anyone reading this? I'll hit post regardless....
Wow, I used to be really depressed and open about it on here!
People are always like "Don't start with The Colour of Magic," but it is actually pretty good.
Cabell!!!!
I need to talk to someone about James Branch Cabell
Cabell!!!!
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You know what? I want someone to be like, "I understand everything you went through, [something that demonstrates that they actually do understand and also validates my feelings instead of dismissing them or treating me like I'm just crazy/stupid], and you did your best. You did enough. You're not a pathetic loser or an evil piece of shit. You're a strong person and I'm proud of you. Also, I'm not going to ask you for money again, and this time I actually mean it." That would be nice.
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(Unfortunately, I cannot say this to myself, as I WILL ask myself for money again.)
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Sparkly blue stuff
It would be fair to describe my mental state as fragile.
(dad)
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I had the impression that he was waiting for me to talk to him honestly, as I once had. Half an hour after I did this, he died.
While he still had the level of cognitive and verbal ability required, he often expressed the desire to be close to me and understand what was happening in my life. I was very upset by his illness and unwilling to accept that his changed self was the same person, and I refused. When he stopped being able to intuitively understand me, 10 or more years ago, I don't have the words for how catastrophic that was. And then I didn't show emotion in front of him that wasn't cheerfulness or frustration, until yesterday.
I hope he understood that I always loved him, that I regretted failing him, and that although I wish things had been different, I accept that they happened this way. I also hope that he wasn't in too much pain and that I did not fail him again by not giving him pain relief or oxygen when he needed it (not noticing/understanding that he needed it).
I don't feel closure yet. I am still trying to understand what happened.
After his dad died from dementia, they had a conversation in a dream. I think my dad is going to need a long time to come back to himself before we can have a conversation like that. I am not, however, known for my skill at predictions.
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I'm not as scared of death anymore. I'm still anxious about it, and I very much want to avoid dying before my time or taking any shortcuts, but it's a natural process. People know how to do it. Also, the purpose of opiates and opioids is to comfort the sick and dying. I thought they shouldn't exist, but actually I'm very grateful for them.
I am afraid of dementia and degenerative illness. What happened to my dad and his dad felt like a curse. But I think superstition can go fuck itself. I'm not going to be ruled by the fucking orbitofrontal segment of my cortico-basal ganglia-thalamo-cortical loop or what the fuck ever. Human medical science and technology and I guess an amulet for me.
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You Never Know How Strong You Are Until You Have No Choice!
My dad passed away yesterday.
To be honest with you, I miss Huntsville. I was only there for four days last summer but it left an impression. I'm supposed to be moving to Ohio in a few months, but I'm like, "when can we go back to Huntsville?"
I really like this radio station