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my teeth were perfectly designed to tear abd rend the soft white flesh of the gentle beast known as the mozzarella
Snail shell PNGs.
Abdullah @abwoood has been trying to fundraise to support himself and his family but Tumblr keeps deleting him. Chris and I are facilitating his fundraiser and are in regular contact with him and @nesmamomen
This fundraiser was initially to rebuild but now it's to survive
Will you help Abdullah, his parents and his child?
Of course, I'll reblog and donate
I can't donate but I'll reblog
Edit: Tumblr took out the link when I added the poll, sorry:
Organiser's note: My name is Christopher Magson and I'm a friend of … Chris C Magson needs your support for Support Abdullah's Family in Reb
Please help us get our lives back
My name is Marah, an aspiring computer engineering student. I dreamed of completing my studies and working in the field that I love. She enjoys spending long hours studying.
But the war deprived me of my ambitions
And my dreams and my studies
My university was demolished, as was my home
Hello my dears, I hope you are well. Please help me. I, Mahmoud Baalou, have gon… Marleen Tipu needs your support for Please Save What's
I no longer have any dreams or ambitions
Your help may restore hope in completing my studies abroad
Any donation could make a difference in our lives and give us hope
@punkitt-is-here
Actual roman epitaph for a dog
humans are the same
I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).
Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,
Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.
Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille
Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.
Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem
Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis
Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,
Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.
Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas
Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,
Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,
Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,
Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter
And here’s my translation:
Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years). For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck. I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human. Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself! You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps. You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you. Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...
tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved. (another translation with some glossing of the text.)
Welcome to your new house. This one is yours and there isn't another like it anywhere else in the whole world. Take good care of it! You won't ever be able to forget it!
This is your family! They love you! Give them a hug! Don't you recognize them? This is your family. This is your family. This is your family. This is your family. This is your family.
This is your dog. Look at how happy he is to see you. He is wagging his tail! Will you play a game with him? He is wet because he was in the rain. He is warm because he was by the fire. He smells good because dogs always smell good. They always smell good.
This is your backyard! You planted those bushes. You love this back yard! This is your happy place. Aren't you happy? Aren't you happy? This is your happy place. Take a good long look at your backyard! You don't want to forget it next time! You want to be here forever. You're going to be buried here when you die. This is your happy place.
This is your girlfriend. You love her so much. You're not going to have sex with her until after you're married. She loves going to church. You love going to church with her. This is your girlfriend. This is everything you've ever wanted. You're going to start a family with her. This is your girlfriend. You've been married for three years. You love her so much.
Don't you like your new house? Is it too wet? Is it too warm? Dogs always smell too warm. They always do. Why don't you go inside? You love it here. This is your new house! You'll never be able to forget it!
Why don't you like your new house
Welcome to your new house. This one is yours and there isn't another like it anywhere else in the whole world. Take good care of it! You won't ever be able to forget it!
It's just so awful right now and I onkg get to see my therapist once a month for an hour and she's even said that isn't enough time to really listen and help me
I jsut want someone to look at me and talk to me ajs love me
I wanna fucking die but I don't have the means to do it painlessly or without causing burden. I'm so mad I can't stop crying
stop insulting yourself. it doesn’t help.
But what if it’s true
it still doesn’t help. you can call yourself as many names as you want, but it won’t make you a better, happier, healthier or kinder person.
punishment doesn’t work. only positive reinforcement does. be kind to yourself and get better.
#but like#what should i do instead??#i know i shouldnt insult myself but also theres nothing to compliment imho#thats my predicament
try speaking neutrally about yourself!
“you fucking idi- it’s not that big a mistake.”
“you’re worthle- it’s okay.”
“you’ll never amount to- well, i’m doing alright, i guess.”
ever heard the phrase “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all”? that applies not to just to others but to yourself as well. it’s better to think neutrally or not at all than negatively. and once you’ve got into the habit of that, it’s much easier to move to uplifting yourself!
this is EXTREMELY hard to do when you hate yourself.
Cause it’s like, there’s these two separate people in my head and one of then hates the other SOMUCH that given the chance, it would kill the other, literally murder it
but it can’t
so it just HAS to say as many bad things as it can cause it’s the only outlet
I see where you’re coming from, but it is extremely hard.
Of course it’s hard.
If it was easy we wouldn’t need to do it.
If it was easy we wouldn’t be giving people tips on how to do it.
If it was easy we wouldn’t be struggling with the monsters in our minds, day in and day out.
Why wouldn’t it be hard?
That’s WHY we have to try. That’s WHY we have to keep fighting. That’s WHY you keep pushing and working with it. Because if you do, it gets a little easier. If you do, you path the way for your future self, if you do, you start to see why we have to do it.
Of course it’s hard.
Do you know how long I’ve hated myself? Do you know how hard it was to start doing this? Do you know how hard it was to put down the knife and the pills and pick up the phone, pick up my soul, three separate times in six years? Do you know how many more times I had to lock myself away to try and fight off the demons and the monsters?
Of course it’s fucking hard. But that’s not a reason to give up. That’s the reason to keep fighting.
If it wasn’t hard, we wouldn’t be ill.
If it wasn’t hard, we wouldn’t be tired.
If it wasn’t hard, we’d all do it.
But hard isn’t an excuse. It isn’t a reason.
It’s why we have to try.
I hated myself for twenty fucking years. I am finally starting to like myself. I’m finally starting to be able to pick up myself and go “no, this isn’t a big deal, I can keep going.”
So of course I see where you’re coming from - you’re coming from where I was, two years ago, three years ago, four years ago, five, six, seven, eight years ago.
And that’s why I reblogged this. That’s why I believe in this. Because honestly? No matter how much that little voice says “you’re worthless”, you can keep saying “i’m all right, i guess.” and eventually, that starts to work. And it can take months, it can take years, but fucking hell it works. Because you find these teeny tiny reasons to live, to find worth, to enjoy yourself.
You find reasons to breathe and reasons to get the rest of the help you need.
Of course it’s hard.
If it was easy, it wouldn’t be calling “battling mental illness”, after all.
Ah yes interesting.... I always knew I meant absolutely nothing
Even if you don’t feel like it, you are worth it. I promise.
You’re not a burden, not to anyone.