My friend felt really let down after someone said something mean about how she looks. And "How she isn't pretty."
People please, for the sake of god, be kind.
Be fucking kind, whenever, whatever, whoever you talk to. Have basic human decency and be kind. Don't comment on someone's appearance if it isn't a compliment. Be nice because you never know what someone is going through.
I wrote all these messages for her, but posting these here, so that anyone whose feeling they're not pretty or have heard some mean comments, please know you're beautiful and you're enough just as you are.
Thank you.
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you almost want to get on your knees and beg that a day out with your family would go normally.
that you wouldn’t be stuck in your current predicament.
with furrowed brows you look to the left, at your husband.
gosh..
he’s in a worser state than you.
you’ve never seen sukuna like this, his serious expression a stark contrast against the lively joy of the amusement park. with his clenched jaw and eyes darting every which way.
in search.
sukuna’s eyes narrow when you touch him on the shoulder.
“i’m sure he’s somewhere here..” you’re not sure whether you’re reassuring yourself or him, “we’ll find him”
your son, 6 year old baby!yuji is lost.
you rack through your memories, replaying every single moment from you entering to park to the last time you saw him.
the food stalls.
you grip sukuna’s arm harsher than needed, albeit it does not hurt him, and march towards the stalls.
sukuna starts asking the vendors for a kid with a similar hair color to him. they all shake their heads mumbling excuses.
“nonsense” sukuna mutters to himself, “everyone here is a fool”
“not more than us” you sigh gripping your chest in an attempt to slow down the incoming panic coursing through your veins.
“listen” sukuna suggests, “we should split up”
“bad idea, better we stick together unless we start going in circles” you breathe hard, gasping out the last few words, worst case scenarios flashing through your mind.
sukuna grabs you by both your arms, you shake your head in protest and he grips you harder, not bruising just firm.
“listen to me” he speaks and you nod, “we’ll find him okay? and damn the heavens if i leave this place without my son”
you lick your lips, “yeah let’s..um call me, text, whatever just..”
the world seems to move in a blur.
you’d been so happy, all of you, yuji insisted on coming here and you obliged ofcourse, you’d do anything for your son. yuji’s laughter on the rides, sukuna carrying yuji on his shoulders, yuji’s cotton candy stuffed cheeks.
you inhale shakily.
“i will,” sukuna calls out starting to walk away.
you turn around in haste, praying, praying, praying.
please let my baby be safe.
until—
“may we have your attention, please.”
your pulse jumps in your throat.
“the parent or guardian of a young boy waiting with our lost and found team is requested to proceed to the main entrance.”
you turn around searching for sukuna to find his eyes already on you.
“again, the parent or guardian of a young boy waiting with our lost and found team, please make your way to the main entrance. thank you.”
before your mind could catch up, you’re running. with sukuna only a step behind you, you both make for the main entrance.
closing up to it you spot him instantly, and you stop in your tracks.
sukuna walks ahead, speaking to the security guard who just laughs while saying something, but you’re too busy to notice. your eyes are frantic you scan your son head to toe.
he’s fine, he’s okay.
the rope of panic that had tightened around your chest loosens. you watch from a distance as yuji bounces on his feet, asking sukuna to pick him up while your husband rubs his neck, thanking the security guard for keeping your son safe.
and then yuji’s eyes flick over to yours.
“mama!!” he comes running.
you hadn’t realized how much that sound had meant to you, not until you’d been faced with the possibility of losing it.
you bend down scooping baby!yuji up into your arms and peppering his face with kisses, while he squeals and giggles.
opening up his hand, yuji proudly shows you a fidget spinner as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t been lost “gun man gave me a gift!”
children were so clueless.
and you were too elated to speak, this just the act of holding your son, having him in your arms again meant everything.
“did you say thankyou, to the security guard?”
“duh” he droned, already looking around for some mischief to get up to.
you felt sukuna’s arms close around the both of you pulling you into a hug. he kissed the side of your head for a moment too long and you understood.
this had been just as frightening for sukuna.
though he’d never admit it.
but you knew, just from the way he slightly rubbed your shoulder and listened to yuji’s rambles attentively.
“he’s smart” his voice came out rough,
you leaned your head back against his chest, raising a brow in question.
“found the security guard himself, told him that he couldn’t find his mama and papa” he chuckled slightly, “brat didn’t even cry one bit”
you buried your nose in yuji’s hair and sighed contentedly.
“and here i was losing my mind” you murmured.
sukuna shrugged, “…and here we were”
yuji crawled out of your grip onto sukuna’s shoulders, cheerfully pointing around,
“can we go on that next?”
firefly; i’ve had this idea for so long, i just figured out how to execute it ❀ུ͏
Conservative beauty standards are back with a vengeance which means it's especially important to go out this summer with bellies out and bodies unshaved. Also be unapologetically disabled with mobility aids and wearable medical devices and stim toys and ear defenders and all that stuff. You need it. People need to see it. Everyone needs to be reminded that life is unquestioningly more enjoyable when you're not living inside an arbitrary set of rules created by people who are offended by all the wrong things.
also I don't think parents "these days" are uniquely terrible, I just think neglect is showing up in new ways as technology progresses. today's ipad kid would've been wandering around in a ditch alone all day and night before. parents not wanting to have to deal with children is not a new phenomenon.
Garlic - think "what's a lot of garlic?" double that amount, minced
1 bunch kale - stem removed, tear it up (can be larger than "bite sized pieces", as they will wilt)
1 cup heavy whipping cream
Seasoning - I do not measure these and I never will. Season to taste.
(Paprika, Salt, Pepper, Oregano, Bay Leaves, Cayenne, Cumin)
Instructions
In a large soup pot, brown the sausage and break apart/crumble as it cooks. Throw the onion and spices in there, mix that all up and cook till the sausage is cooked thoroughly. Add minced garlic, cook for 1-2 min.
Add chicken stock and potatoes. Bring to a boil, stirring occasionally. I let it simmer for about 15 min, longer (maybe 25-30?) if you want the potatoes to break down more and create a chowdery texture.
Add the kale. Stir it in until wilted and doesn't seem like too much kale anymore. Maybe 2-3 min.
Turn off the stove. Add heavy cream a little at a time while stirring it in.
Serve and top it off as you see fit. I like shredded parmesan and red pepper flakes
One of my favorite soups! I saw the first panel and I ingredient went ZUPPA!
I usually substitute half-and-half, instead of heavy cream. (That's how mom made it. I might try the cream next time.) Spinach is a good substitute for the kale.
Also, most other versions of this have bacon, but YMMV.
Guys a little message for everyone who's writing their NEET or any competitive exam.
You are really important. That one piece of paper, does not show how smart you are. It only shows how good your memory is and how much pressure you can handle. It's the fucked up education system. Not you.
You are a lot more than that. You are a person, with feelings, emotions and a hell lot of potential. Don't forget that.
microdosing on catharsis by watching a fictional character or persona i relate to have an emotional breakdown until my chest starts to ache from the amount i've repressed
I'm made of guilt. everything I've ever done, everyone I have ever loved, all wrong, all wrong. I'm made of mistakes and I'm drowning in them. not one thing I've ever done right except being an obedient doll when i was small. i have failed
