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they are making chicken breasts too big. stop it.
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enough
they are making chicken breasts too big. stop it.
New bedtime routine: Shower, brush teeth, moisturize, recite Litany Against Fear from Dune out loud in the mirror, read A Litany for Survival by Audre Lorde in complete silence under a big lamp, materialize in bedroom to do 10 dracula sit ups 10 werewolf push ups 10 Frankenstein squats and 3 little circles on the bed, look out the window toward an eerie light source that represents the false promise of the American Dream, park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
my phd supervisor is notoriously lax on fieldwork safety but he’s also 6’7 so it’s like yeah dude no wonder you’ve never had to worry about bears they see you coming and are like oh fuck it’s the slenderman
i could get so much done in a day if i didnt decide my day was over at 4 pm. too bad theres no solution oh well
harrowed catgirl hooker
i would like to be booped…..
idk man its just like things changes but everything stays the same and i see my friends and the sun shines and i feel something like a golden star in my chest
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kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.
i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."
goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'
"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.
behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."
"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."
"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."
later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."
she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.
the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?
i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.
but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.
each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".
but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.
this is just beautiful from beginning to end
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Are you implyin to me that a shramp managed to frah this rice? It's preposterous! But it intrigues meh so.
Finally, the threat has been contained. New York is safer tonight because of this valiant effort.
i call my parents and say ‘yeah i can’t do family stuff tonight, i got too much stuff to do for school’ and i e-mail my professor and say ‘i can’t do my assignments tonight, work got crazy’ and i text my boss and say ‘sorry i can’t work late tonight, i gotta some family stuff’ and through this triangulation of deceitful excuses i at last will be free
just scrolling through a random catholic’s blog and this one had me burst out laughing
Tumblr post from the 19th century: I love you laudanum I love you opium I love you coca I love you absinthe
hot singles with empty blogs in your area won't stop following you! you can't block them fast enough! it's too late! they have taken the bridge and the second hall. we have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. the ground shakes... drums. drums in the deep. we cannot get out. a shadow moves in the dark... we cannot get out. they are coming.