Nicole. 24. England. I like hanging upside down; climbing shit; hiking through nature and bending in ways bodies shouldnât bend in. I drink too much coffee and eat too much cake, whilst planning which countries I want to visit next. My drink of choice in gin and Iâm obsessed with all things Harry Potter, Marvel and musicals. I also write a lot but think Iâm terrible so youâll probably never see any of my work. Iâve refound my love for photography and film, so Iâm beginning to dabble in those things again.
itâs kinda sad when you arenât on speaking terms with someone that you used to be close to bc you donât even see them in a negative way. and your mind reacts positively like âoh itâs that personâ like youâre still friends but itâs not true.
Itâs okay if you count on your fingers, if you continually change how you look, if youâre passionate about something you arenât good at, if youâre confused about your identity, if you score low on tests often. Itâs okay if you have an irregular skin tone, moles, frizzy hair, unevenly clipped nails, crooked teeth, acne, eczema. Youâre enough, and youâre deserving of love.
good post but please do not call them âMAPSâ EVER. Call them pedophile ALWAYS. These are not âMAP flagsâ. These are Pedophile Flags plain and simple. Do not normalize the other. Itâs what they want.
pls do yourself a favor and diligently work on your mental/spiritual health now so you can heal and not be in your 40s squandering, projecting and blaming the unhealed parts of your trauma onto people
âDo you ever get in those moods where you donât know how you feel and everything kinda feels mixed up and youâre just sitting there alone in your room trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with yourselfâ
not to be positive on main but sometimes things really are ok. sometimes you really will be happy and safe and warm. sometimes you really will be giggly and blushy and full of love. sometimes the night is chilly and your home is cozy and your tea is perfectly steeped and your phone lights up with a message from someone you love. sometimes life really is quite lovely.
You know being an âallyâ (for HOH/Deaf people) isnât always just talking loudly or learning the ASL alphabet. Its all about the little things you do in every day acts.Â
For example, when I got my hair done for an event once 5 years ago, my hair dresser noticed my hearing aid and talked to me about her brothers hearing problem and asked if I wanted my hair styled to hide, or show my aid. She wanted what I found to be the most comfortable, because she didnât want the elaborate hair style to cause feedback/discomfort.Â
 Most hair dressers ignore my aid, or awkwardly ask if I could take it out (which I usually end up doing anyway)
Whenever my friends and I watch TV together without question, they put on closed captions.Â
When walking and talking some of my friends will always walk, or move to stand on the side of my good ear when talking. (iâm HOH in one ear and perfectly fine in the other)
Another time I was getting my hair cut my hair dresser sometimes would stop cutting, or blow drying my hair just to continue the conversation, so that way I could hear him.Â
Itâs the small details like these that count to support a person with differences. Its not these big boisterous acts of helping, its just being a friend doing friendly things. Instead of glorifying it, just normalize it. Â
Barnes and Nobles is gonna start serving food and alcohol.
Everybodyâs cracking jokes about how itâs a desperate attempt to stay relevant in the age of Amazon.
But you know what? Props to them. This is exactly what Blockbuster didnât do. At no point was Blockbuster like âHey, movie rentals arenât the lucrative enterprise they once were. Perhaps itâs time we become known for our cheesy garlic bread.â
Okay butâŠif someone wants to take me on a date to a Barnes and noble and get me dinner and a drink and then let me peruse the stacks like Iâm not saying no. A sandwich, a beer, and 2-5 books on various topics I hope Iâll someday read about? Good night.
This is El Ateneo Grand Splendid, an old theatre turned bookstore in Buenos Aires:
The stage itself was turned into a cafe:
You canât even begin to comprehend the massive amounts of money this place makes, despite the fact that they turned the theatre boxes into reading nooks like this:
Iâve literally spent days holed up in there reading books for free while also consuming massive amounts of coffee and pastries.
who else is in the mood to walk barefoot over the moors in a blood-red velvet ballgown w anguish in ur soul and wet leaves in ur hair while the wind blows moodily and dramatically?