Not My Trauma Blog

We’re getting better, babey. 💜✌️My art is tagged under “op🎨”

[cuteness--overload]

A group of curious preschoolers visits some beehives in Stockholm

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[lordgroose]

my favorite work memory from this store will always be “hey remember when the subway inside the store closed down and they let me take a bunch of their shit for free and now it lives inside my house?”

my life is a joke

[alariko1]

Abandoned buildings

[leftoverlight]

beautiful girls named ⚠️ Severe Weather keep messaging me

[lalalychee]

Due to the Unfortunate!

We are deeply out of Onions!

[notmytraumablog]

Me, getting tired while hiking this weekend:

“Oh no, my go-brain is bigger than my go-body.”

[wordfather]

me: so..... see anything interesting lately?

the many eyed creature living in my basement: YOUR LAUNDRY IN THE WASHING MACHINE. IT WAS DONE CYCLING 4 HOURS AGO

me: oh shit i forgot thanks

[inthetags]

reblog and put your "soap and candles" gift in the tags, like the simple thing someone can get you if they don't know what to get you that you will always be excited about

[fullcravings]

Apple and Blueberry Crumble

[utopians]

stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn't know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn't know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day

[utopians]

guess what post just got read aloud in poetry club tonite by an unknowing club member as I watched on in terror

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Aerial view of a volcanic crater. Danakil Depression, Ethiopia Photo credit: Chris John

[notmytraumablog]

Likes and dislikes I picked up specifically due to my current job, that I had no strong feelings about beforehand:

Dislikes

1. Red and white wool items. The red will color bleed. It is true color run can often be corrected, but oh honey. Also any heirloom wool items in which the dyes have not been chemically set.

2. 100% Silk Tommy Bahama shirts. Most Tommy Bahama shirts press out beautifully but those silk bastards are tricky.

3. Puff irons. Who the hell designed those??? It wasn’t OSHA, I know that. The number of times I’ve burned myself on that thing isn’t even funny.

4. Linen. I mean, if everyone involved is cool with wrinkles and mild discoloration then I love good quality linen; it’s sturdy and great. But trying to make WRINKLE FREE LINEN?!?!?!?! Girl.

5. Sweat stains on silk. Impossible to remove. The salt ring will not become water soluble, NSD be damned. Steam does not “flush it out.” Vinegar is laughable. Repeated solvent cleaning has extremely limited success. Hydrogen peroxide 3% is just a slow oxygen bleach, and will discolor the hell out of even cream colored silks.

6. Combination wool and silk items. Who in the ever loving hell designed those one piece dresses with wool skirts and silk tops?

7. Styrene beads.

8. Johnny Was items. They’re cute, but the designers use the worst, most flimsy and expensive fabrics (lots of silk, very delicate velvets) to pair with the heaviest (cotton-poly) embroidery and it just never unwrinkles after cleaning. That embroidery thread shrinks, and you can’t fucking tension it out after without ruining the fucking silk it’s sewn on!

9. Cashmere. More specifically: people who buy such a light and soft and loosely woven fabric and then expect it to hold up well to repeated wear and cleaning, and never develop small holes or stains that can’t be removed without damaging the fabric.

Likes:

1. Carbona. Carbona, my belovéd, my one, my only. I live and die by Carbona. I will hardsell Carbona products all day every day because they actually are fantastic and work exactly as they should. Beautiful and amazing. Carbona works on RED WINE. 🍷

[marlowe-art]

snow day

[taylornprice]

little jar of flowers 

[discardingimages]

[glowcowboy]

one important thing that Must be understood about interpersonal relationships is that you have to stop interacting with people who love you like they’re one slip-up away from leaving you. you have to trust that the ppl you love mean what they say. you have to believe that when they say “this hurt my feelings,” that they’re also saying, “can you please love me this other way next time?” and you have to wrap your head around the fact that even if you don’t understand Why someone loves you, you can accept that that they do. true, honest, & open love does not function like hp in a video game !!!!!!

[v-ahavta]

Friends, sweet friends. Most beloved ones.

When you are having a hard time, and you say to a friend things like “You’re gonna leave me anyway” or “You don’t really like me, you’re just being nice”—

They do not hear what you mean, which is “I feel like I am not good enough to keep people around, and anybody with sense would leave.” Because, to them, of course you are. They’re friends with you; they have stayed around. They do not exist inside your head; they exist inside their own head, wherein they love and care about you.

What your friends hear when you say “You’re gonna leave me anyway” is “I do not trust you not to betray me.”

What they hear when you say “You’re just being nice” is “You are a faker and a liar, and I think all of the gestures you made and work you did to demonstrate your love for me are insincere.”

That is very hard to hear from someone you care about.

When you push people away again and again in anticipation of being hurt, eventually they will get the (often false) message that they are not wanted or trusted, and leave.

This, of course, hurts you both.

This is what people mean when they say “Nobody can love you until you learn to love yourself.” It’s not that people who struggle with self-loathing don’t deserve love. Of course you deserve love! It’s that if you believe deep down that you are not worth loving, it is very very hard for the people who love you to throw themselves at a brick wall again and again trying to convince you otherwise.

And if the brick wall stays up, none of that feeling of love gets through to you, and you keep suffering.

This is not, of course, to say that people who struggle with trust in relationships, or with feeling loved, are bad people, or inherently hurtful.

It’s to say that the old coping mechanisms that end up hurting you also end up hurting your loved ones, because they care about you.

The next time somebody says that they love you, do them the courtesy of assuming they are being honest.

That’s how the light gets in.

[notmytraumablog]

Stain treating is kinda like religion. It doesn’t really matter what you’ve done to get a stain out: If you tell anybody about it, their grandmother would have done it differently.