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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@funklope
Absolutely hate that if I spend time with another person who is sick, I have to worry about getting sick too. And 9/10 times I do in fact get sick. And more often than not I end up having worse symptoms than the person who got me sick 😭
You quite literally either hate me or love me. There's no in-between.
Anyways, here is the link if you want it: https://www.idrlabs.com/likable-person/test.php
Literally fuck CPS. Dealt with them in my own childhood and now as an adult. They don't care about the children.
I've worked with children my whole life (except for two years where I worked with geriatrics). I've worked with social services. Dealt with CPS. And they don't fucking care.
Nearly two decades after my first dealing with them and it's devastating to see that the system is still fucked
February 1st, not off to a great start 👍
Here's a compilation of a bunch of animals I've had in my care to end the month.
Pls share with me you animal pics as a way to start off my February on a good note 😭🙏
(In order of appearance, their names: Medusa, Boa, Whiskey, unnamed tortoise 1&2, Poseidon, Medusa again, Mars & Minerva)
This is Toothless (after the dragon)
And T'Challa (after Black Panther)
They are my asshole sons
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They're adorable! Beautiful voids of fluff!!
Dw I'm needy too, hence most of my pets having a Greek or Roman Godly names.
"My asshole sons" 🤣 That's absolutely the best type of pets!!
Here's a compilation of a bunch of animals I've had in my care to end the month.
Pls share with me you animal pics as a way to start off my February on a good note 😭🙏
(In order of appearance, their names: Medusa, Boa, Whiskey, unnamed tortoise 1&2, Poseidon, Medusa again, Mars & Minerva)
In the first three, Skylar is being my Supurrvisor to a project I'm working on for my gf's Valentine's gift
Then it's just Lillie being cute
They're so cute 😭 Thank you so much for this oml. And they're both breathtaking!?The colors of their fur!! They're majestic!!
Here's a compilation of a bunch of animals I've had in my care to end the month.
Pls share with me you animal pics as a way to start off my February on a good note 😭🙏
(In order of appearance, their names: Medusa, Boa, Whiskey, unnamed tortoise 1&2, Poseidon, Medusa again, Mars & Minerva)
I am an INTP 5w4 and I think I am meant to either destroy or take over the world
For @malfiora or anybody else who wants to look up there's:
I am an INTP 5w4 and I think I am meant to either destroy or take over the world
A bunch of miscellaneous art I've done:
I don't really do art as much anymore but I really want to get back into it. I haven't really made much art since 2020 so trying to do it now is a bit annoying because my skills are very rusty :/
My therapy session today:
10 mins discussing how I got hit by car while walking last week
50 mins of me infodumping to her about spirituality, Catholicism, Guadalupanos, Satanism, demonology, paganism, Artemis, omnist's, belief systems, etc
I am not made for 44° weather. I'd rather take my 118° usual heat than this right now. And it's only gonna get colder 😭
Freaking out rn bc back in 2022 I did my 23&me and it showed I had a tia of my father's side of the family which confused everyone bc based off this woman's birth year it just didn't make sense. Not to mention she looked NOTHING like my father's side of the fam.
I had my mother do her 23&me a few weeks ago bc she doesn't know much about her lineage (messy family stuff) and she was interested in the health portions.
About two-three weeks ago I had this dream where my mother was able to find some family and connect with them. And one of those family members was that potential tia from my father's side of the fam. I woke up and didn't think much of it, especially since it didn't make sense bc I'm under the impression that woman is my dad's side of the fam.
WELL MY AMA'S RESULTS CAME IS AND GUESS WHAT?
It made my family tree COMPLETELY recalculate. It confused me a lot bc ofc. And then that potential tia MOVED to my mom's side of the family?? And I checked my ama's results and yup, there she is! Showing up as a half-sister for her!!
Told my ama and messaged the lady and now we're just hopefully waiting for a message back!
But like?? My dream?? Wild!! Ig I'm literally psychic now /j
Extinct
It has been so long since humanity has seen color.
Not many more people can actually remember what it looked like.
As each new generation of people age, color is more of a myth than reality.
Before my great-grandmother passed away last week, she told me.
She told me that there was this one color called red.
“Red,” she said. The word itself is so odd. Why red? Why that name of all things?
The way she described it, scared me. How can color have so much meaning?
So much power? So much emotion and feeling?
“Love, and endless passion,” she said. “Seduction.”
She didn’t stop there. Apparently, with colors, they can mean more than one thing.
Not only did she describe red as love, but as anger as well.
She told me people used to see the color red when they were angry.
Had that really been possible?
To have a color flash before your eyes, because their anger overtook them?
In a way, I understand.
Love and anger.
They seem to be on opposite ends of the scale, but often anger is a consequence of love.
Yellow. An even odder name.
It sounds more like foreign food, than that of an extinct color.
It is the warmth of the sun against your body, right after exiting a cold atmosphere.
It is the sound of a child giggling, as they play tag with their friends.
It’s the feeling of cuddling up with warm blankets in winter, by the fire.
“It’s excitement,” She told me. “Harmony, and happiness.”
I wonder, how can color hold so much meaning?
Electricity. The power of a running river. Strength.
It’s blue.
The storm during winter, your breath suspended in front of you.
It’s a color to describe control and authority.
Not only does the color blue have a powerful emotion, such as strength,
but she told me it’s sadness as well.
“It’s crying yourself to sleep, after a heartbreak.”
Not only is it the color of control, but it is the color of breaking, as well.
It’s allowing yourself to be weak, “to be vulnerable.”
It’s drowning in your own thoughts.
It’s breaking under the world around you.
The sound of a funeral bell.
It’s dying but being forced to appear alive.
“Black.” She told me. “It’s death.”
It is walking home by yourself in the middle of the night.
The sound of a fly buzzing by your ear.
The shivers that run up your back.
It is mortality, death, vultures swooping down for a meal.
She told me that there used to be so many colors in the world before it went extinct.
She told me,
“We live in a void.” She sighed, and frown lines showed on her face.
“The closest thing to color that we see is white, but even then that is not what we really see.”
She told me, that many things are the same as it had been with color, but so much is missing.
Being void of color takes something away from humanity.
It takes expression, and creativity, “It takes certain meanings of life.”
Before the extinction of color,
“Smiles used to be brighter. Love, more passionate. Anger was stronger. Sadness, more heartbreaking. Authority, more controlling. Death, more heart ripping.”
She told me all of this, the night before she died.
She told me to write it down, remember it, and spread it.
She knew her time was up, that she would die, and the only thing she wanted to do,
was describe what color was.
She knew, that people were forgetting. That people would not remember that color was ever even a thing, and she refused for that to happen.
She described to me every color that she could remember.
She cried when she knew that there were more, yet she could not remember.
She told me it had once been everywhere.
“Even when you slept, color would follow you into the dream world.”
She laughed, and cried that night; that night before she died.
She wants the word of color to be spread.
For it to never be forgotten.
For color to live on, even if it can no longer be seen.
She told me, that though it no longer exists, it can still bring meaning to people.
People can still imagine, and if they imagine it hard enough,
“They might just be able to see it. Even if you only think you see it in your own head, it’s there. Which would mean, it isn’t completely extinct.”
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