Fact:
Woman are stronger than men.
Proof:
Woman- Pushes watermelon sized human out of a very small hole.
Man- Gets tapped on the balls wrong and is out for hours with a stomach ache.
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Fact:
Woman are stronger than men.
Proof:
Woman- Pushes watermelon sized human out of a very small hole.
Man- Gets tapped on the balls wrong and is out for hours with a stomach ache.
Don't make me put you on my "friends except" list.
When I was 17 the guy I thought I loved pulled a gun on himself. He was driving, and I was sitting right next to him. I had just told him I was afraid that I may be pregnant. As he raised the gun to his head he said, and this image and these words will never leave me, "I swear to god if you are pregnant..."
And to this day I wonder if the fear I felt that day, is why I cant get pregnant.
Being an adult is just expressing all emotions through the word "fuck" in varying tones.
Sometimes im beautiful, sometimes im shit.
I dare you to feel today.
A friend of mine is going through the loss of a loved one. He was convinced that he needed to be stronger. I told him that strength is not measured in how good we are at masking, or forcing the pain away. True strength is coming home, ripping that mask off, and allowing yourself to finally feel. One thing im learning in life is that there is freedom in feeling. My whole life ive shut my feelings so far out that now sometimes I cant even cry. Now that I am recognizing this I have been able to grow stronger in my mental health. My point to this, running and hiding from our feelings is what is weak. We must not be afraid feel. Your mental health will thank you later.
My kind of deep breathing exercise is being lung deep in a fat dab.
Jello shot and mallow kind of night. Anyone else?
This is a song I wrote for my newest partner in my life. He entered into my life not really knowing everything I carry. I tried to explain to him that being disbaled, I have alot going on. Alot of baggage. Find his response at the end:
This is me giving you permission.
To go and leave if you find the need.
I know im not what you would have asked for.
Cause you deserve so much more than me.
Just know this is me giving you permission.
After all I know this was a big transition.
When you finally feel the strain I put on lovers.
You will feel loved but you will also bear my pain.
Your shoulders buckle underneath my burden.
At least that's whats happened in the past.
I know im not the only one whos hurting. Don't get me wrong I really want this to last. This is just me giving you permission.
So please love me however long it will last.
I really want to be your future.
But ill settle at being part of your past.
"The only permission I need is to take you and all your baggage on a long vacation, together." ❤
So even if you feel so broken. How can anyone love you?
Someone can and will.
You know what sucks more than being completely oblivious? Noticing. All of it. Everything. Without trying my brain takes, and keeps notes. And without warning these notes will just pop up and dictate how Ill respond or feel in any given situation with any given person. Some call me a psychic. Maybe. I think I just notice, learn and pick up on patterns in people so its easier to "see" or "predict" the outcome. Its probably a survival tool ive developed. Regardless, noticing everything honestly sucks.
Meaning and purpose are the 2 coner stones of life. Is that why ive felt incomplete? I need to find my purpose. And learn what that means to me.
Fuck chronic pain
Im in a mood tonight.
Would you, smoke a joint with us?
I am a disabled Squishmallow lover. They help me get through life. Whether its infusions, hospital stays, anxiety attacks, break downs, depressive lows, self harm thoughts, asthma attacks, or just smoking a dab for pain relief etc...
They are here.
Moooove it, I need me a dab! 🐄