I Should Have My Life Together By Now But I Don't

Di, 25, queer, NY, intersectional feminist, newly vegan, super into music and being weird 24/7, hiking, dancing, and dogs are my world

[swan2swan]

What don’t have what now

[echo-lucariorpblog]

Bees don’t have lungs

[swan2swan]

you can’t just not have lungs

[teaboot]

Evidently you can, provided you’re a bee

[cardaughter]

[skeletonize]

i was looking at old photos and i wanted to show you how our story went, a little

bronwyn and i met at age 12 but i dont have any photos from then, really, but this is from grade 9 science class when we were being goofs and i was 13

this is from our first ever sleepover, we couldn’t stop laughing and we were sleeping on a mattress on the floor and we went to boston pizza and got plastic rings that we both still have (bronwyn kept hers on a necklace after that)

i went to bronwyn’s cottage for the first time in the summer after grade 9

we had our first kiss in grade 10 when i was 14 and were in a weird kind of dating limbo period

then i moved to the states and turned 15 and told bronwyn i was in love with her and we visited every chance we could and she sent me flowers and packages

then i went to junior prom with her and bronwyn cut her hair

then we had the most beautiful summer where i spent 5 weeks at her cottage and i cut my hair

then i went back to miami for 12th grade and turned 16 and bronwyn was 17 and we went to senior prom together

then i moved back to canada for university when i was turning 17 and we finally lived in the same place again and we loved each other so much and got breakfast together every day

then after a beautiful summer we started living together when i was 18 and bronwyn was 19  and we went to bahrain together and bronwyn dyed her hair brown and now i get to see her every morning and every night and we adventure in our city and have a coffee shop and love each other more than i could have thought. there were periods of scary intense darkness but we love each other so much and i’ve never been happier. i’ve known bronwyn since i was 12 and now i’m almost 19 and i love her more and more.

[skeletonize]

i’m never on here anymore, but i wanted to share that almost a month ago bronwyn and i got engaged!! under a beautiful tree on a perfect day and for the rest of my life i get to pursue her and care for her and make her laugh. i’ve said this so many times but now more than ever: if this is all i get, it’s so much more than i could have hoped for.

[hopeful-weirdo]

This makes me so happy

[castielsteenwolf]

this is the future gays want

[make--it--gayer]

[coolxatu]

THE HIGH COUNSEL

[demigodgooglesearches]

what the fuck is going on between poseidon and zeus right now

[systlin]

“Eyes the half of the continent that’s on fire”

Hephaestus can chill too TBH.

[explorerrowan]

[just-a-geekygoth]

To crush the 1%, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of the wealthy

[nofucksgivenhere]

“Sometimes it takes years to really grasp what has happened to your life.”

— Wilma Rudolph (via quotemadness)

[tinypi]

i’ll be honest i’m not even sure half of these are vines but here we go

[thefurtrade]

VINES ARE THERAPY

[dont-fear-thereaper]

imcrying

[fire-is-her-water]

My doggo, Ezri, who rarely barks and mostly borks.

When I got her, she’d been abused and would cower and pee at almost everything, and had been mistreated when she’d barked, so she never would. One day months after I had her she got excited on a walk and borked at a bird, and then immediately cower-peed. I had to re-teach her to bark by gathering her whole human pack and having everyone bark and howl and feed her treats and pet her till she got excited enough to join in, and then got more treats. Took a while but I was able to teach her to bork on command (and she’s gotta be excited or she just stares at me like “Sorry, the bork system needs charging”) and she’ll do it happily when she’s excited to go for a walk or upon seeing a friend, and at birds. I love her croaky borking, especially when she started off terrified of making a joyful noise.

[merak-zoran]

[corvigae]

What kind of dog is Ezri? I love her!!

[fire-is-her-water]

I… did not expect this post to blow up this much but I am delighted at all the tags and replies and Ezri has been told the internet thinks she’s a Very Good Dog. :D

She’s a German spitz - in the same family as keeshonds and pomeranians. She might be crossed with something else as her freckled coat, non-pointy nose, and personality are not standard for her breed (they’re usually a lot more high energy and excitable - she’s super laid back and chill). She’s a bit less fluffy than breed-standard too, mostly because she’s grown out from her spring/summer trim (not usually necessary/good for her type of coat but she gets terribly itchy otherwise). It also makes her look like a puppy of a large breed:

Ezri’s best friend is Murder Cat, who is a gentle friend to humans and Ezri, but does things to mice that would make Hannibal Lecter go “Isn’t that a bit much?”

I got Murder Cat as a kitten, and she used to try to nurse on everything when she was small. Eventually, she settled on her favourite thing to nurse on, Ezri, who has never had puppies and a little confused at first but eventually went with it. She grew out of it, but they have stayed snuggly buddies ever since.

New Years here is full of fireworks outside and Ezri gets Vry Scared. I usually set her up somewhere with a snuggly spot right by me, and Murder Cat comes and does this all night: 

She goes everywhere with me in my bakfiets (cargo bike) and lets me warm my hands in her fur on cold days.

And her ears disappear if I say her name to get her attention.

ok so great thanks for coming to my TED talk about my dog, good night, drive safe

[unabashedlybi-deactivated201911]

[catboyjacobi]

I won’t not reblog this. Mateo is a personal friend of mine and this needs more attention than it’s been getting. He was dragged out of the room by his collar, the police wouldn’t let him use his wheelchair.

Mateo will not be silenced, and he will not be erased.

[sparreauxchirps]

I just learned the origin of pink lemonade and I need you all to hear this.

So this dude selling concessions at a circus back in like 1857 ran out of lemonade and he needed water to make more, but there wasn’t a stream or water pump, BUT the BAREBACK HORSE RIDER had just washed her pink tights in a bucket of water, staining the water pink. So, being the enterprising fella he was, dude just threw in the lemons and sugar and told everyone it was special strawberry lemonade. Well, the circus patrons saw pink lemonade and thought, “That’s fucking amazing!” and he ended up selling twice as much lemonade than usual.

To reiterate.

This dude sold people sweaty horse crotch water and it was so popular it became an Actual Fucking Thing.

DELICIOUS.

[firelightmystic]

I work with a lot of Brazilians since I handle international corporate insurance. I’ve had two of them break down in tears on me, and the third requested a job transfer to a different country because she’s black and terrified for her kids. She doesn’t even care about a potential pay cut–she just wants out.

I have a co-worker in my office who is a Brazilian immigrant who is in a perpetual state of terror because her brother and his partner of 20+ years can’t get out.

I have had two requests from businesses I insure to write trip travel policies that arrange ‘business trips’ to other countries for extensive amounts of time for their Brazilian employees. Like, year-long trips. One of my clients literally said, “It worked for us in the 40s.”

Do you understand how fucked up this is?

This is a WW2 tactic used to save the lives of Nazi targets.

History is literally repeating itself, and no one cares yet because the targets are minorities.

It’s time to start paying close attention to what’s going on, because once shit like this gets established, it only ramps up into a full-blown horrorshow.

Get your asses out and vote, because the people who support this for damn sure are, and the system is rigged in their favor. We’re primed to fall headfirst into this territory ourselves.

Not only do you vote, keep attentive, keep your heart open, and be ready to help however you can, not just here in America, but abroad. The world is not so large that you can ignore a crisis like this wherever it occurs, and one day it could very well be us in this position.

We’re halfway there; what did you think the synagogue attack and grocery store shooting were about? Complacency will undo us all in the rise of facism and racism and hatred. There is already a will, and our guns are legal and easily obtained.

Complacency kills. Apathy lets it occur again, and with impunity.

[anarchetypalarchive]

i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second

anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk

and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something

paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.

i say, paul.

is that a nerf gun.

yeah, says paul.

i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.

he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?

and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–

a foam dart hits me in the leg.

i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.

i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.

no dart this time. okay. sweet.

so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it 

anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.

[satan-graffitied-my-soul]

The “I won’t hesitate, bitch” vine but @ friends who don’t love themselves

[babyanimalgifs]

Remember to take it slow with the frozen treats

[raiseyourweapon]

Legitimately tried not to laugh and failed about 2 seconds in

[earthstory]

[thebeachboys-deactivated2020050]

brush your dinosaur

[warandpeas]

Slutty Witch

[sosuperawesome]

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[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

photos of me that look like random sightings or chance encounters

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

honorable mention is this photo of me in the blue ridges prancing barefoot when it was -8 degrees F and I really do NOT remember why I took my shoes off and there must’ve been a reason bc I’m Y’KNOW, not FULLY AN IDIOT, but I DO remember my professor saying “Mallaidh Anne. I need you to put them back on.”