Me and mom learned new English word.
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This is what I drew after this situation 👇
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Me and mom learned new English word.
Wow…This is probably the most famous my posts on my Tumblr lol.
This is what I drew after this situation 👇
nice tits
Last year, I befriended a Catholic seminarian. We've gotten to be pretty decent friends. Seeing as he was staying in town for the summer and I wasn't, I entrusted him with caring for my plant.
He did a wonderful job, but as he was returning my plant to my custody, he explained "I watered her every other day, I gave her new dirt, moved her into the sunshine, prayed the rosary-"
"What?"
He looked at me, confused. "Isn't she a plant you pray with?"
"No," I said slowly. "She's a prayer plant. That's the... colloquial name of the plant."
Upon seeing his stricken face, I realized something went wrong. Turns out, this entire time, he's been including my plant in on his prayers and leaving her near icons.
Listen, totally cool. My plant becoming Catholic is a great deal for her not dying over the summer. But now I must navigate this interfaith household. Keep me in your thoughts.
#i love prayer plants but they're fussy so I don't keep them#can we have a picture op they're so pretty
Behold, Dorothea
(Naming my plant "Gift of God," and then giving her to a seminarian with just the explanation that it's a prayer plant? Okay, that's my bad.)
I should also add- I ran into my rabbi and explained the situation. I then asked, earnestly, if there was a remedy. A mikveh of sorts, or a beit din, or something.
He turned to me, sighed, and said in a very deadpan tone-- "Plants don't have covenants, Joy,"
So Theodora's a free agent according to rabbinic opinion. I guess I'll permit her to be Roman Catholic.
It sounds far more likely that she’s simply become used to being prayed with in general. Thankfully, prayer plants are famously responsive. You could set up a video to record a timelapse to see how much she moves in the morning and evening, with exposure to recordings of different prayers from various faith traditions, to see which ones move (ha) her the most
"Ok, miss you love you you too."
I had black sesame ice cream in Florence years ago and thought about it ever since. I finally decided to recreate it. I used this recipe, but I added two spoonfuls of miso paste to the custard to deepen the flavour.
Easy recipe for black sesame ice cream. Inspired by our recent Japanese trip, this tastes so nutty good and healthy as low in sugar and crea
The divorced couple of all time.
remember the magicians? that was fucked up
that WAS fucked up.
Had a whole revelation in therapy about how much of my trauma I DON'T remember, how I have no narrative around it... fascinating stuff, worth the schlep into her office. I know that stuff is missing and there's stuff I don't have access to, and none of it really ties together, but I make sense of my selfhood by inventing false narrative, because it's impossible to live otherwise.
Childhood trauma is so weird.
I had therapy for the first time since 2023 yesterday. With my former therapist, so she knows all about me. I didn't sleep much the night before, maybe two hours, and was up with really bad nausea and shivering. It's been happening to me from time to time; I think it's anxiety. It was nice to talk to her; therapy definitely allows me to articulate things differently, in a way that I had forgotten. I know some of what I've been feeling, but it allowed me to enter those feelings more deeply or figure out more about where they were coming from. I think it's been a difficult year, and my anxiety symptoms are a lot worse, so it's useful to talk about it a bit. She's away for all of August, but I probably will start seeing her regularly.
I felt absolutely flattened afterwards, a particular and extreme form of tiredness I haven't experienced since the last time I had therapy.
For a long time, I've had regular naps during the day, in order to cope with symptoms of fatigue. But my sleep has been very very disrupted lately, and the daytime rest either doesn't feel restful, or disturbs that. So I'm trying to stay awake the whole day, and it's really hard, my body isn't used to it at all. I'm trying to rest between 2-4, but it's not the same at all.
I think resting during the day maybe regulates some of my autism too? So I have to figure that out, if I'm going to stop doing it.
Not now, kitten, m- da- m- your parental figure is in the middle of a gender crisis
Drew this in 30 minutes last night and it looks it but I couldn’t get it out of my mind
Remember when Dan said Phil couldn’t wear the sexy nun costume. Hey Dan what did that mean
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so true bestie
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