The girl was given trees and leaves, and a packet of flower seeds. She sat under a weeping willow and held the seed packet in her palm, and crumbled the leaves in her fist.
The seed packet said, 'Seeds will only sprout with a watering can, shovel, and flower pot.'
She had the abundance of trees and dry crispy leaves, but was never gifted a shovel, or watering can, or flower pot.
She felt as if she could only hold the packet of seeds in her hand and admire them, because without the tools necessary they could never grow into flowers.
She stayed there under the weeping willow and admired her seed packet. She did eventually get bored with just staring at her seeds, so she opened the packet and began to count them.
She held the seeds in her palm, "They love me, they love me not. They love me, they love me not-" She said.
If she had been given the proper tools, such as a shovel, a watering can, or a flower pot, she would have flowers to crown and petals to pull.
She made do with her petal-less petal pulling, for she was grateful for even a seed packet.
The gift giver marched over to her and asked her why she hadn't planted her daisies. "If you had planted your seeds, you would have petals to pluck!" They said.
The girl was confused. She looked up at the gift giver, "I don't have anything to plant my seeds, though." She said.
The gift giver scoffed at her response, "I have given you everything you need!" They snapped. "You even have a weeping willow over your head!" They yelled.
The girl gave a puzzled expression, "I need a watering can, a shovel, and a flower pot." She quietly said.
The gift giver scoffed once more, "No matter what I do, it's never enough!" The gift giver exclaimed. "You're so ungrateful, you always want more!" They said.
The girl looked down at the flower seeds in her palm and sniffled.
The gift giver sighed, "I guess I'm just a horrible gift giver!" They said, as they stormed away from the girl.
The girl continued to look down at her handful of seeds. She was confused. She felt a pit of guilt in her chest. She pushed the guilt and confusion down into her belly, for that was seen as ungratefulness.
The girl leaned against the weeping willow and held the seeds close to her chest. She still needed a watering can, a flower pot, and a shovel.
The gift giver marched back up to her. "Have you planted your seeds yet?" They asked.
The girl looked up at the gift giver, still holding the seeds close to her chest. "No." She quietly said.
The gift giver scoffed, "What could you possibly need to plant your seeds?!" They snapped.
The girl looked at her palm of seeds, "Nothing," She said.
The gift giver sighed with relief, "Good. Now plant them." They said, as they walked off once more.
The girl brought the seeds close to her face and whispered onto them, "Will you grow like magic beans?" She said.
The flower seeds didn't respond to her question, they only layed still on her palm.
The girl wondered if, maybe, just maybe, if she convinced the seeds to sprout, and planted them in the surrounding dirt, they'd grow.
The girl had no watering can, flower pot, or shovel. She held her seeds in one fist and dug a shallow hole in the dirt with the other.
She kissed her seeds good luck and whispered, "Please grow without what you need,"
She dropped them in the shallow hole and covered them back up with dirt.
She crawled back under the weeping willow and waited for them to sprout.
The gift giver marched back up to her, "Where are your seeds?" They asked.
The girl looked up at the gift giver, "I planted them." She said.
The gift giver sighed, "You don't have anything for them to grow! You just wasted your seeds!" They exclaimed. "You're impatient for not waiting until you had the right items for your flowers to grow!" They snapped.
The girl was once more confused. She looked over at where she buried her seeds, and back up at the gift giver.
The gift giver walked off.
The girl frantically scurried over to the shallow hole where her seeds were buried. She dug her hands into the dirt and searched for the seeds, but she couldn't find them.
She had lost her seeds, and was now left with a confusing feeling as to if she was impatient, or ungrateful. The girl didn't know what she really was, confusing, or ungrateful, or if she had just simply listened when the gift giver told her to 'plant her seeds'.
Who knows where her seeds went or if they will sprout with what little nourishment they receive from the soil.
"he/him lesbians arent valid-" "bi girls are bringing their boyfriends to pride-" "neopronouns are ruining the queer community-" "i hate polyamorous people -" "aroace people aren't really queer-" I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!! I DON'T CARE!!! THE GOVERNMENT WANTS US DEAD!!!!! THEYRE TRYING TO MAKE LAWS AGAINST BEING QUEER!!!! CONVERSION THERAPY IS LEGAL IN 23 STATES!!!! WE HAVE BIGGER PROBLEMS THAN OTHER PEOPLES IDENTITY!!!!!
This is my first mothers day with my mom in the hospital; and you'd think that it would be a shitty day, but all it's done is reinforced to me just how lucky we are. This past week has been incredibly hard, but my mom is happy and being well cared for, the sun is out, and my family is together.♡
Take this as a reminder that we aren't guaranteed life. It could be taken from us at any moment, really. So reach out to the people you care about. Tell them you love them. Make plans with that friend. Just... do it. You wont regret it.
Fuck hot girl summer. This year we will be partaking in queer creature summer. We will be roaming the forests searching for our true homes. We will be walking around in binders and cargo pants. We will haunt our neighbourhoods and look good doing so. We will be sneaking out at midnight. We will be surviving on energy drinks and situationships. We will be wearing our queerness unapologetically. We will be comforting the disturbed and disturbing the comfortable!!!!
That feeling when I'm walking down the street in my Girl in red fall, I am here, I am queer, odd and whimsy art teacher outfit, and I'm literally hot and serving cnt in my black boots quirky scarf newsboy cap outfit and some man start walking down the street??? Like what the fuck? It's my forest not yours??? Like watcha trying to do intimitade me taking up all the street??? Fuck off man 😭
what the fuck do you mean there's a ridiculous amount of gospels never added to the Bible that actually explain and inform more about Christs life and teachings in more detail than the existing gospels
as a queer woman who likes to read herself as (slightly) more masc than femme one of my biggest flexes is that i have a visible adams apple. i think it’s so pretty. i love it <3 it’s beautiful
Ummm I was told that Lady Aphrodite puts her love i me so that I can give out that love to the people, and I think that just stayed with me? So I think thats really good. And in gurbani, we say 'sohne nu sab kuch sogna lgda' and I feel that represents me because I tend to find everything beautiful!! And I loooveee that about myself <333
I love my thighs honestly, cuz they're big and very rounded & smooth and very versatile. So I can use them as pillows, cup holder etc and they're strong.
hehe already done this once but why not, uh. i can't think of anything new though so arms again :3
they're just really nice and smooth and slightly muscley making them curvey (okay yeah by slightly i mean very very very slightly but it's there guys i promise)
@faeblixxx @shadykoalaninja @mongoosewithaharmoniica + open tags - no pressure as always <3
thank you so much for the tag. it’s so easy to go hard on oneself, this is such a beautiful way to lift people up <3
i’ve been told by several people that i’m an approachable and easy person to talk to, so that is one quality i’ve managed to keep for some time.
no pressure tags:
@cxn-txmmi @thesomewhatsentientcreature @prince-of-the-deepest-dark @rattboxwarriorr @rattatatatatatatatatatatatat @literallycantfindanameformyblog @seriouslythisisagoodname @flufferzz @shadowguys-and-saxophones @freelancefandomcollector you are all such beautiful people, take a moment to recognize that :3 +OPEN TAGS. LOVE YOURSELF GANG
Um. I love my body. Always remember to take care of your body, inside and outside too, and love yourselves, it’s the only body you’ll get in this lifetime so don’t hurt it
No pressure tags
@evesnapdragon @no1purelilyshipper and open tags but ilysm moots, ur loved here :3
Had to think a little on this one but I love all the little marks from when I was a clumsy little kid that are all over my knees and legs xD
They're reminders of the time I fell off a wall, jumped off a wall and did a lot of stupid things.. good time :)
No pressure tags to the moots:
@shemightbefantastic, @catalystofcalamity
@cityofangeisislying (whenever you're back), @ineedhalp , @auth0r-unknown
I still think it’s so funny that shane was assigned gay by rose landry and his reaction was WHEW! thank god someone else decided that for me. anyway I’m off to get my man I can sense that he’s making bad decisions in a club somewhere
rose: do you want me to set you up with my friend?
shane distractedly: what? no I’m obviously already embroiled in a years-long situationship with a disaster bisexual who is physically incapable of expressing a feeling out loud. and I’m positive he’s off being a nightmare somewhere so now that I’m gay for sure I need to track him down and greet him with such awkward but well-meaning compassion he ends up sobbing in my arms
Your Perception of Yourself/The World Affects Your Relationship with Life
Posted: May 5th, 2026 at approximately 11:29 (23:29)
Earlier today a person in my class pulled out a chair for me as they walked past my seat. I had gotten up previously to open the door for them. Nothing unusual, however a couple of my friends were astonished that a person would do that for someone else.
I bring this up to remind you that your perception of life affects your life. I know, mind blowing. I’m being serious though! Let me explain.
How you view yourself affects how other people see you. If you carry yourself as a person who offers to help other people, people will come to you when they need help. If you carry yourself as someone who avoids other people (for whatever reason), eventually people will avoid you. If you think to yourself “Man I shouldn’t wear that tube top,” or “Man I could never wear a suit,” you will never wear those items.
If you tell yourself that you are unworthy, or that you’re fat, or that you’re ugly, eventually you will actually believe that. Eventually you will begin to believe that other people see you as that, regardless of if they actually do or not. If you allow yourself to become impossible to reassure, you will never be able to receive reassurance. You cannot trust if you are not willing to take down your walls and preconceived ideas of the world.
If you believe that everyone is just going to hurt everyone else, you will only see the hurt in the world. If you believe that people will not pull out chairs for other people, in the most loving and positive way I can say this, that means there’s something for you to reflect on inside of yourself. You are your greatest obstacle in life. That’s not a bad thing, everyone has something they should probably fix (god knows I do omg). But you can do it. You’ve probably already done it a hundred times by the time you read this.
In a world where negativity stomps on our chests, positivity is up to us to create. Nothing good ever comes free and that includes our own happiness. It is not up to the world to fix our problems, it is up to us to fix our problems so that we can show up for ourselves and those we want to show up for. You have the power to create the life you want.
Everything you need is already inside of you, you just have to look for it and trust yourself to know what you already know.
I think softball and baseball are so interesting in that you truly can win at any time. Like I love hockey and rugby, but eventually the time runs out. There gets to be a point, when you’re so far down that there just isn’t enough time left on the clock, no matter how hard you fight. But in softball? It could be the last inning and you could be down by 10 and still come back and win. It’s part of the reason why I love it
