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all i want for christmas is the person reading this to feel happy, safe and cared for. i want that person to know i think they’ll be okay, and that everything will make sense soon. i want this person to understand they’re brilliantly brilliant and deeply loved. all i want for christmas is for ppl to spread more love and to be kind, fiercely kind, to themselves.

isitchristmasyet

rosa-outofthecloset

New blog

Hello Lovely People! I’ve been feeling a little trapped and lost lately and im starting to feel @rosasouki has been weighing me down, so i made a new blog! This is Rosa Out Of The Closet and hopefully i’ll be a little bit more “me” on here. It’ll be less positivity focused and posting will be a little less regular, but hopefully it’ll be a lot more fun and i’ll feel more myself. I may still post on rosa souki sometimes and i will never ever delete it, but i cant live there anymore. Hopefully you’ll join me in my new home!! 🏳️‍🌈

wellbutrinboy

someone i speak to every day: hey

me: i miss you and i love you

1000125

sometimes i just sit and think about ways a genie can grant wishes.

acrobaticcatfeline

Everytime I see this I feel all soft and fuzzy and wanna cry so here have this!!!

renissance

favorite quotes 1/?

rosa-outofthecloset

New blog

Hello Lovely People! I’ve been feeling a little trapped and lost lately and im starting to feel @rosasouki has been weighing me down, so i made a new blog! This is Rosa Out Of The Closet and hopefully i’ll be a little bit more “me” on here. It’ll be less positivity focused and posting will be a little less regular, but hopefully it’ll be a lot more fun and i’ll feel more myself. I may still post on rosa souki sometimes and i will never ever delete it, but i cant live there anymore. Hopefully you’ll join me in my new home!! 🏳️‍🌈

amargedom

“It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory.”

— Paulo Coelho (via naturaekos)

daneliaphotography

dkla

rosa-outofthecloset

New blog

Hello Lovely People! I’ve been feeling a little trapped and lost lately and im starting to feel @rosasouki has been weighing me down, so i made a new blog! This is Rosa Out Of The Closet and hopefully i’ll be a little bit more “me” on here. It’ll be less positivity focused and posting will be a little less regular, but hopefully it’ll be a lot more fun and i’ll feel more myself. I may still post on rosa souki sometimes and i will never ever delete it, but i cant live there anymore. Hopefully you’ll join me in my new home!! 🏳️‍🌈

teardropsonmyguitar

And I’ll get you lost but I’m having fun …

holy // king princess

teaboot

2019 is going to be a great year because we’re going to fucking make it that way, no more of this “I hope good things come to me” shit, I’m gonna go out and drag good things to me by the fucking hair

desertkender

SAME FRIEND, SAME

teaboot

2019 Is The Year Of Not Even Remotely Fucking Around

roy-kent

best friend right here😂

probably-voldemort

My family is not very religious most of the time. We pray at Christmas and Easter and Thanksgiving dinners, and my mom’s entire side of the family excluding her parents and siblings is hardcore religious so whenever we do anything with them it’s kind of religious.

But the point is, most of the time we aren’t, but every year at Christmas time, a church in the next town over puts on a Bethlehem and it’s kind of a tradition to go. They go all out. The building is massive, and they’ve got it all decked out. There’s animals and stalls and everyone is in costume and in character. When you get there, they give you some pennies and you can go and barter for cool little trinkets, and there’s other more expensive things you can buy with your own money. And they have the best apple cider. All in all, it’s pretty cool.

But anyway. We go every year, bundled up in hats and scarves and mittens, and have a good time. We’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember, and my mom talks about going when she was a kid.

I’m going to mention again that everyone is massively in character, especially the really super hardcore religious adults. Because this is an important fact.

Every year since I was about thirteen or so, there’s been this one lady who worked at a stall selling ponchos (I have, like, three. They’re really cool). She was probably there before that, but I was thirteen when she started trying to barter for me to marry her son, who was also about thirteen.

“What a pretty little thing. I think you’d make a very good wife for my son. These are your parents? I’ll give you six goats for your daughter’s marriage to my son.”

Her son, meanwhile, is in the “shop” behind her looking absolutely mortified and like he’d rather be anywhere else than there, and I’m pretty sure I probably looked just as embarrassed.

My parents gave her some sort of excuse, like it wasn’t enough goats or they weren’t ready to marry me off yet or something, and we moved on.

The next year we’re back again, and come up near to the same stall.

“Ah! You’re back again! Have you married your daughter off yet? I can up my offer to nine goats and three chickens for your daughter to marry my son.”

Somehow she remembered the exact people she’d tried to buy their daughter off of for an entire year? So my parents are refusing her offers again and me and the son are trading embarrassed looks and we go on our way.

And then it happens again. And again. And again. Each and every one of the last six years this lady has tried to buy me in goats to be her son’s wife.

A couple years ago when we were waiting in line to get inside my mom jokingly said that they should accept this year and see what she’d do and I completely refused because it was mortifying enough as it was.

One year we brought my friend with us and we’re waiting outside and my sister was like “Are you gonna sell Kee this year?” and my dad was like “Maybe if there’s enough goats” and my friend was confused as heck and I was like “This lady tries to buy me to marry her son every year. I told you that” and she’s like “Yeah but I didn’t think this was a thing that actually happened” and she was still skeptical and by the time my parents had finished refusing the lady’s offer, she’s killing herself laughing and then spent the next few months telling me I couldn’t look at guys because I already had a fiancée.

Anyway, it happened again this Christmas and the son has somehow gotten almost ridiculously attractive since last year. The speech this year had something to do with how I was far too old to not have a husband yet, and the son and I just rolled our eyes at each other as his mom tried to barter with my parents for me.

This year’s offer was twenty six goats and nine chickens. My sister looked up how much goats are worth, and was mad our parents didn’t sell me so she could have sold the goats and gotten $2000-$8000 for them. My dad says they’re waiting out on an offer of a camel. My brother thinks they should have it more than once a year so he can get more apple cider.

Now I’m back at uni, and in my first psych class of the semester the guy sitting beside me looked really familiar.

As in his-mom-tries-to-buy-me-with-goats-every-Christmas familiar.

That kind of familiar.

We introduced ourselves before class started and I sat there for a couple minutes readying to make a total fool of myself in case I was wrong before turning to him again.

“This is going to sound really weird if you aren’t who I think you are, but by any chance does your mom try to buy you a wife with goats every Christmas?”

His friend gives me a weird look as he walks past me to sit on the other side of him, but he’s definitely putting the pieces together.

“That’s you? Bethlehem in [city name], right? God, my mom is so mortifying.”

And we both kinda laugh and meanwhile his friend is giving us both weird looks now because apparently he didn’t know that his friend’s mom was trying to buy him a wife using livestock.

So he turns to his friend and is like

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you. Danny, this is my fiancée, Kee.”

And I kinda rolled my eyes and was like

“I’m not actually your fiancée. Your mom hasn’t offered my parents enough goats yet. But apparently my dad will sell me for a camel.”

And he laughed and shook his head like

“I am not telling my mom that. I don’t want to see what she has planned for if your parents ever accept.”

So yeah. His friend was really confused by that point and we explained it to him and it turns out he’s pretty cool and we’re Facebook friends now and hang out in psych classes. Apparently his mom only ever tries to buy me for him and she and my mom had gone to the same church growing up which is why she can always pick us out.

So yeah. That’s the story of how some lady tries to use goats to buy me to be her ridiculously attractive son’s wife every Christmas, and how he’s in my class and we’re friends now.

probably-voldemort

It was the 23rd of December, 2017, and my sister had convinced her friend to come with us this year.

“And that’s where Kee’s fiancé usually is,” Sam explained as we stood in the line waiting to get inside. Her friend gave her the same sceptical look she’d apparently been giving since Sam had first told her.

“He’s not my fiancé,” I pointed out, trying to rub some feeling back into my hands. The Goat Guy had been texting me updates since that morning. The organizers had discussed it at length, but apparently temperatures of negative eighteen, thirteen inches of snow, and a blizzard warning weren’t quite enough to have Bethlehem cancelled (or for my parents to decide to skip it this year). Hashtag Canada.

The line was long this year, and we’d already been standing out in the cold for the better part of half an hour. My brother was loudly lamenting the fact that we couldn’t get to the hot apple cider until we’d made it inside.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I braved taking off a glove to check it.

“Who do you keep texting?” my mom asked, not-so-subtly trying to peer over my shoulder at my phone.

“Gregory from psychology,” I told her, sending off a text informing him that we were still in line. It wasn’t technically a lie, since, you know, that was his actual name and he was in my psychology classes. It wasn’t my fault that my family only knew him as the Goat Guy.

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probably-voldemort

’Twas the fifteenth of December, and all through the house Every creature was stirring, yes, even that mouse “Every creature was stirring? I don’t know about that!” Well, you see, our protagonist had a final about stats

She used t-values and r-values and z-values galore And she continued to probabilize when she thought she couldn’t anymore Then she handed it in and she packed up her car And she drove home for Christmas, it was actually kinda far

She said hello to her dogs and hello to her mom And she ate up a hot dog and some curly fries, yum! Then they piled into the truck and drove to the next town Because it was time for Bethlehem 2k18 to go down

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