How Bert snapped
Ernie: “My waste paper basket. Bert, have you seen my waste paper basket?”
Bert: “Ask me that again and look into my eyes.”
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How Bert snapped
Ernie: “My waste paper basket. Bert, have you seen my waste paper basket?”
Bert: “Ask me that again and look into my eyes.”
these puppets are more real than real people
remember when I used to use this tumblr for poetry and art and now it’s just where I put all of the random selfies I take lol whoops 👋🏻💩
Would have gotten in trouble for that loose hair wisp in my ballet days but hey I can wear my hair pulled back again.
more documentation of hair growth and feeling ok about myself 🙃
Pretty well sums up the autistic experience lol.
whatever this is the only place I upload most of my selfies, so here ya go. Got my hair cut last week. Ran a new PR. Ate way too much chocolate chip banana bread. Waited on lots of couples celebrating Valentine’s Day. Got a sweet note and poetry from Chomps when I walked in the door that night. My bf and her boyfriend made me breakfast AND dinner on Saturday. I finished my 9th book of 2019 this morning. February is a much quicker month than January. Like I know it’s 3 days shorter but it feels like 3 weeks shorter. Ok bye
tw: sexual assault
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it’s been a year and 3 months since I told those closest to me about my repeated sexual assault and almost a year since I first told a therapist about it. It has been a hell of a year.
I just got back from the gym, feeling that post-workout zen. I laid down on my bed in my sweaty gym clothes, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. A video clip came up of Jameela Jamil talking about removing abusers from high-power positions and reactively I just started shaking uncontrollably, crying soundlessly, holding myself close. But this time it was different than in the past. This time I was able to be present. This time I felt extreme love for this body I inhabit. I finally finally feel like it’s mine again.
2019 selfie dump. i’m feeling excited for this year. I turn 30 which feels crazy but also kinda cool because I have more than a decade of adulthood to look back on now and I’m proud of how far I’ve come, who I’ve become. right now I’m watching that Ellen DeGeneres standup special with my cat. Ok that’s all.
she needs to sleep inside the little box pattern on the rug and she brought her string with her what a weirdo
Getting up at 6 am IRL: aw fuck it’s so early oh my god
Getting up at 6 am in an rpg: *banging pots and pans together in front of the cobbler’s shop* WAKEY WAKEY THE SUN IS UP I WANT SOME SHOOOOOOOES
Quickly the days have gone by with this basket as my timepiece- collecting berries and beans, tomatoes, peaches and corn, and now kindling to start a fire in the wood stove. November is hushed on the farm- the air anticipates the first snow, a new year; the fields’ look forward to a long winter nap. Right before spring there is a buzzing in air as it all gets ready to come to life, all at once, seemingly overnight. In November the only sounds are the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet, my voice calling for the dog who is always so far behind or so far ahead. A solitary crow pecking at the chaff from the corn field. Even the pond is still, no frogs or turtles rippling the water, no heron gliding up into the air as he hears me approach. Just peace, a thoughtful, sleepy, grateful peace as I look back on another year.
It’s almost 1 and I gotta be up early tomorrow but my stupid foot hurts so much after working tonight and I can’t sleep so HI TUMBLR WHATS UP TUMBLR
The sunset was pretty crazy tonight in Vermont and this iPhone picture doesn't even come close but I had to try
my favorite ear (it hears better too)