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Vrac
Ca y est. J’ai rêvé que j’accouchais. C’était un garçon, la tête toute ronde, les yeux clairs comme ceux de son père, qui s’amusait (déjà) à le décoiffer. Dans mon rêve, l’accouchement était occulté. J’étais à l’hôpital parce que j’avais perdu les eaux, puis je me réveillais une heure plus tard, le bébé dans les bras. Sauf qu’il était minuscule. J’ai calculé, on est fin-août, il est prévu fin janvier, il est sacrément prématuré, alors c’est normal qu’il soit si petit. Mais bon, quand même. Puis je me suis réveillée. Très étrange. Je commence à accuser le coup. Essoufflée dès que je fais le moindre effort, douleurs en bas du dos et surtout, le ventre qui tire tire tire. Et je viens à peine d’entrer dans la période “mon corps change pour de bon” Yeepee yay. J’espère juste que mes seins vont arrêter de gonfler. (spoiler : j’ai pris une taille et 2 bonnets) Moi qui n’ai jamais aimé les grosses poitrines, je suis servie. Ca me dérange encore plus que les cuisses ou le cul. Parait que juste après l’accouchement, on prend encore une taille( MAIS PUTAIN STOP). Je le sens bouger. C’est mignon tout plein, mais au bout du 54ème BONG, j’en ai un peu marre, j’avoue. J’ai quand même hâte que Monsieur puisse le sentir bouger aussi. Je me sens prête, et pas du tout. Flottement. Rentrée dans quelques jours. Ca va aller vite.
Farewell
I know it’s been more than 5 years since we last met. But you were precious friends for me. We shared so many things together... Even though I do not believe in promises, I believed in your words. My life will definitely change in January. Like, for real. I am not scared (anymore), I feel rather impatient, moved, excited. And this important step, well, I wanted to share it with you. Alright, it is true, you were not the first ones to learn the news. But still. You were people dear to my heart, you still are. I wrote short, reserved, humble, sincere messages to you. 2 of you never answered (and I know you read them). 2 of you suggested that we met, only Y. came. D. did not even bother to tell me he would not make it. Did not even say sorry.
What hurts the most, I think, is the fact that deep inside of me, I’m not even surprised. I am sadly realizing that, yeah, you (and me) are just normal people. Out of sight, out of mind. I guess you barely reacted when reading my message, “wow, like I care?” “Delete”. “Let me introduce Y. to you. She is my best friend. She never judged me and I trust her.” “You will always be welcome” “(smiling) Of course, I remember...” It’s alright. In the end, it will not really be difficult to erase those ghostly words from my memories. I have found the place I belong to. I wasn’t meant to belong to your world. You weren’t meant to belong to my world. Let’s turn back into strangers to each other as we have nothing in common anymore. I do wish for your happiness though.
Well then.... “Farewell”
can she just get an award or something
I reblog this whenever it pops up on my dash.
So many directions she could have gone with this joke…out of infinite possibilities…she picked the best possible direction.
I love her
OH THIS IS COMIG BACK I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE THE MUSIC IN THIS VIDEO WHEN SHE DANCESS
Hartbeat is the best.
Tired
I just wish you could show some empathy. Just for once.
I am tired. I work a lot. So you are right, I should not work overtime. Especially when I am not paid. I should not have accepted to teach Japanese on Wednesday afternoon. I should try to better organize my work so that I don’t have to work during the week-end. I should not go to bed at 9PM because when you come to bed, you wake me up and I can’t fall asleep then. I should plan my things-to-do on a list so that I don’t forget anything. I should ...
But sometimes, I just wish you listened to me. You know, actually listen to me.
I am tired because I caught a cold and my menstruations are coming. The work I do overtime is something I like to do. The pupil I give Japanese lessons to is a fragile, solitary child who tried to kill himself, had to go to a psychiatric facility and I know that these lessons are important to him. When the week-end comes, I cannot use the Internet so I have no choice but deal with the house or do shopping or do nothing because we’re having friends at home. So yeah, when it is Thursday, my day off, I consider it my fucking real actual day off and I do not work nor prepare my lessons. FFS, I just want to relax.... I hate doing lists and planning things.
Waking up after a 3-hour night is difficult. And it becomes hell when you start saying all these negative things. I asked you to not work overtime and you didn’t listen to me. I asked you to decorate the house and you didn’t do it. It is quite rude to work when we have guests at home and you did it twice. Well hello, good morning to you, it’s 7:00Am and I’m gonna have a wonderful day, I thank you from the bottom of my ass. At least I didn’t cry. But hell, how disheartened I felt. And I hate it that you just don’t even understand a thing. To you, it is so fucking normal to say things you don’t like. But you are only using negative words to me.
And ti really wears me out.
Humans are adorable.
Supporting evidence:
1. Humans say ‘ow’, even if they haven’t actually been hurt. It’s just a thing they say when they think they might have been hurt, but aren’t sure yet.
2. Humans collect shiny things and decorate their bodies and nests with them. The shinier the better, although each individual has a unique taste for style and colouring
3. Humans are not an aquatic or even amphibious species, but they flock to bodies of water simply to play in it. They can’t even hold their breath all that long; they just love to splash!
4. When night falls and the sky goes dark, humans become drowsy and begin to cocoon themselves in soft, fluffy bedding.
5. Some humans spend time in each other’s nests! Just for fun! It’s not their nest; they’re just visiting each other.
6. Some humans use pigments and dyes to make their bodies flashy and colourful! They even attach shiny dangly bits to their cartalidgous membranes!
7. Humans are very clever, and sometimes adopt creatures from other species into their family units. They don’t seem to notice the obvious differences, and often raise them alongside their own young!
8. If a human sees another creature in distress, they can commonly be observed trying to help! Even at their own risk, most humans are deeply compassionate creatures!
9. If a human hears a particularity catchy sound or tune, it will often mimic it, even to the point of annoying themselves!
10. Sneezes are entirely involuntary, and completely adorable. Especially when the human in question becomes frustrated
11. Humans love treats!!! Some more than others. Many humans will save these treats specifically for a later date when they are in need of comfort or reassurance. IE, pickles, pop tarts, Popsicles, etc
12. They’re learning to travel in space!!! They can’t get very far, but they’re trying!!! So far, they’ve made it to the end of their yard, and have found rocks
this sounds like it was written by a really enthusiastic alien humanologist
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J’ai pas de sous pour Noël cette année. Entre les économies qui disparaissent parce que achat immobilier, et prévisions des assurances voitures + maison en janvier et courses et tout le tralala, j’ai pas de sous. Donc j’ai fait des petits cadeaux à mes parents.
J’ai demandé à ma mère ce qu’elle voulait, elle m’a dit un livre. Comme je me tape accessoirement 2h + 1h + 3h20 de trajet pour aller chez eux, j’ai tout envoyé par la poste directement à Marseille. En disant bien que je faisais envoyer les cadeaux chez eux. Un livre, c’est light, alors je me suis dit, un cadeau bonus tiens, un podomètre vu qu’elle marche beaucoup pour sortir le chien et qu’elle m’en avait parlé un jour. Bon. Aujourd’hui ma mère m’appelle. “On a reçu le livre et les podomètres. Merci. - Euh. Ouais bah.. c’était vos cadeaux...? - Ah oui. Mais c’est ton père il a tout ouvert. Mais y’a pas tout, je pense. -..euh...je.. non.. mais...”
WTF?
Bah... Ca veut dire que je dois retrouver d’autres cadeaux. Et je suis tellement crevée en ce moment (rhume qui traine, manque de sommeil, stress, extinction de voix, réunions -hier, je suis rentrée à 21h10- déménagement en cours, cartons, démarches administratives, ...) que ça me donne envie de pleurer.
Mon frère vient de démissionner. et je sais qu’il n’a pas de sous car il gère mal son fric. Et du coup, il n’aura pas d’alloc chômage, vu que c’est une démission. Donc je peux même pas compter sur lui pour les cadeaux supplémentaires des parents.
Fait chier.
Consommation de merde. Et il me manque encore les cadeaux pour mon père, ma grand-mère, mes neveux. C’est pas mes 4h pauvres hse qui vont m’aider là. Pfff.
Gnnn
L’amour, c’est ne pas s’énerver quand l’autre t’appelle et te dit qu’il a perdu l’offre de prêt de la banque...
Et changer de vie. Presque.
Samedi 17 décembre, nous serons en train de déménager. Dans. NOTRE. Maison. NOTRE. Maison. NOOOOOWOWOWOOOOTRE. MAAAAAI-FUCKING-SON. Wouhou.
All rise for the honorable judge toadsworth
Is this Princess Leia
God I love lucios legendary skins
Voici Jeff. Le chien de mes parents, adopté via la SPA. Bienvenue p'tite truffe !
On s’est mis d’accord. Le jour où on emménage, j’arrête la pilule.
Voilà.
Chance?
Il est probable que, suite à notre déclaration commune et notre changement de situation, les impôts aient oublié d’établir une taxe d’habitation à mon nom pour cette année.
Du coup, on a juste celle de monsieur à payer.
J’ai reçu zéro courrier et dans mon espace personnel des impôts en ligne, nada. Apparaissent juste les impôts sur le revenu pour 2016. Alors que si je check l’année 2015, j’ai bien “impôts sur le revenu” et “taxe d’habitation”
A savoir que les 2 premières années où j’étais arrivée à CB, même chose : je n’ai jamais reçu la taxe d’habitation. Mais à l’époque j’avais des sous (...) et l’honnêteté avait pris le dessus, du coup j’avais appelé le Centre des Impôts pour leur signaler l’oubli (ouais ouais). J’ai fait ça 2 ans. La troisième année, je me suis dit que s’ils oubliaient encore, je laisserais couler, mais forcément cette année-là, j’ai reçu ma taxe d’habitation dans les temps, comme tout le monde.
Bah aujourd’hui, comme dans un mois j’aurai zéro économies restantes et que je suis presque dans la dèche et que j’ai encore pas un seul cadeau de Noël, je ne dirai rien.
(J’espère que les contrôleurs des impôts ne traînent pas sur tumblr)
Thoughts
Hey. You know, you’ll always be here. Somewhere, deep in my heart. Always. Hey Curly-Head. What would you say about what’s going on now? What would you say about your country? I guess you would have been extremely involved in this election. A red-head lesbian fury who would have fought, cried, shouted at everyone and everything to get them to vote. Maybe you would have had some serious problems. You could be way too fierce, sometimes, when you fought for something you believed in. The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that you would have been arrested for outrage or something like that. And you would have been so desperate today. Because your rage and your anger could evaporate like a bat out of hell and give way to pure sadness or joy. I know it. Yeah . You would have been crying today.
But then, you would have stood up, again, to fight. Again. to protest. Again. Because that’s the way you were.
You kept going.
Hey Curly Head. Help me get on my feet. Today hasn’t been a great day. But we need to keep going.
positive things…
Superstition
Je vais finir par croire que le prénom de mon conjoint porte malheur...
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