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I love every single cat in the whole wide world.
Queer Resilience Series, watercolor “We Are Resilient / We Are Persistent / We Are Everywhere”
Image description : three water colour illustrations of plants. The first is of an nettle, with text that reads “we are resilient”. The second is of a blackberry vine with leaves, flowers and fruit, with text that reads “we are persistent“. The third is of a dandelion plant with two yellow flowers, with text that reads “we are everywhere”. /end ID
I had a thought, dear, however scary, about that night, the bugs and the dirt
Reblog if you think the person you reblogged this from deserves to be happy.
Nicht alle Schmerzen sind heilbar, denn manche schleichen sich tiefer und tiefer ins Herz hinein, und während Tage und Jahre verstreichen,werden sie Stein. Du sprichst und lachst,wie wenn nichts wäre, sie scheinen zerronnen wie Schaum.Doch du spürst ihre lastende Schwere, bis in den Traum. Der Frühling kommt wieder mit Wärme und Helle, die Welt wird ein Blütenmeer. Aber in meinen Herzen ist eine Stelle,da blüht nichts mehr. -Ricarda Huch
because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
Well, this should help.
undiagnosing myself. there is nothing wrong with me i am #normal
SEVEN OF NINE - STAR TREK: VOYAGER S4E6 The Raven
Not to brag but my cats are Artists™
[Medium: Claws on rainbow scratchboard]
Remi works with a hesitant, erratic violence, creating a piece as light and fluffy as she is, and signing her work by hole-punching it with her teeth.
Timmy uses bold, strong lines to evoke some kind of powerful event, echoing his powerful presence and loud voice.
Nubbins, truly inspired, creates a high-energy piece that symbolizes the void where his brain should be, surrounded by chaos and mischief.
Kona, a reclusive avante garde artist, refused to work with me around. Only in quiet solitude did she create this haunting, introspective work.
sibling tomfoolery
(tho using magic like that is not Hecate approved 😔)
Quick question. When someone asks what age you were in a certain year do you give the age that you were before or after your birthday that year?
Do you give the younger or older of the two ages you were that year?
I give the younger (age before your birthday in a given calendar year)
I give the older (age after your birthday in a given calendar year)
I posed as his nurse. Took me a week. To fall in love?
sure fucking whatever man
isn't that that Tolkien book
Ah yes, The Silmulsimultaniousatnululsy, a classic piece of Tolkien literature
don't go into the humanities because they're unprofitable and don't go into stem cuz its getting torn apart right now and don't go into buisness because it's competetive and speculative and don't go into education because it pays like shit. Just lay on thr ground. Just lay on the ground.