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But it taste so good..
When I was a kid, I mom would wake us up at midnight and open my bedroom window. She would give me a noisemaker and I would make a ton of noise while shouting "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" and once the moment was over she would make us go back to sleep and in the morning, we'd be in the new year like it was a fresh start.
Did everyone get what they wanted for Christmas?
How many "lazy days" do I need to take before I make up for 20-ish years of overworking myself?
White Elephant gift exchanges are fun until the runners make the rule that the person who went first can switch gifts with anyone they want at the end, and the Jack and Coke set you thought you were bringing home suddenly turns into a water bottle.
Me when its 1 day after Halloween and the capitalists are already blasting the christmas sale commercials
I'm nagging at you
to get yourself in line
It's so frustrating to be your villain
all because you don't care about yourself
I hate that I have to be mean
to get you to want to live
I've had to plan a future without you
at your own insistence
unwilling to change
I don't want to treat you this way
but you've left me no choice
I don't want you to die before me
but I don't think I have much time with you left
you've one foot in the grave
And I am left
Wishing I was enough for you to change
don't lie to me
If I was enough
you wouldn't be where you are
you cry
and your tears offer
cheap platitudes
words of love
placating I've heard before
cheap words
broken promises
heavy hearts
harsh words
need to be said
please understand
I love you
but I can't watch you anymore
worry in silence
quiet anxieties
I don't want to make plans without you
but you leave me no choice
hear my love
in sad words
and try
please try
I am deathly afraid of masks...my desk neighbor at work has been talking for the past month about how much she loves Halloween and is excited to wear a scary costume for work...I think I'm going to die on Friday
I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.
People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.
I made a quilt for one of my college professors once. He and his wife had some trouble with the pregnancy and she was on bed rest for a while. He’d mentioned it to us because he might have to leave in the middle of class if something drastic happened. Nothing did happen in the end, but I knew this was a big deal for them so I made a quilt. The first real one I’d ever made.
It was an bilingual alphabet quilt. Both the dad and mom spoke Japanese and that was a big part of their lives so I made a quilt with the English alphabet and a hand embroidered picture of something that matched the letter with both the English and Japanese word for it. I appliquéd the letters and designed all the embroideries myself. It was a lot of work but when I found my professor to give it to him he almost cried when I showed him. They sent me a picture of the baby on the quilt that I still have even though the baby is I think 12 now. For a while they had it hung on the kid’s bedroom wall and they said he would bow to it in the morning to show his gratitude and respect for the work put into it.
If you think someone is worth making something for you should do it! It’s an act of love and care in a world that is so often bereft of it.