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No pidas más deseos, aquà los cumplo todos.✨️
Y como siempre, el mundo seguĂa girando mientras, en aquella habitaciĂłn, yo apenas lograba respirar
“mis sueños más X se sientan contigo en la cama para quitarte la ropa. tienes la piel blanca. y brillas como un deseo en lencerĂa. incluso cuando te aprieto en el cuello y respiras convulsiones mordiendo la almohada, o me pones las piernas en los hombros y los pies en las mejillas y gritas como si ningĂşn silencio estuviera a la altura de nuestras circunstancias, y me dices “haz lo que te dĂ© la gana, pero a mĂ”, incluso ahĂ, o sobre todo, se me escapan los te quieros como suspiros que no puedo retener por más tiempo en la boca. es cierto: hacer el amor es solo una forma de follar. pero contigo son todas”.
No es lo mismo, pero en tu caso sĂ -Escandar Algeet
Te imagino diciĂ©ndolo con uno en la mano mientras sonrĂes y pienso en lo que darĂa por asfixiarme en el humo.
— Sobre hacer el amor con tu primer amor.
Sé que no eres él porque mis olas no te buscan cómo el agua salada a las rocas.
"No one remembered my birthday-" Well, but did YOU tell anyone it was coming up and you wanted to celebrate it with them?
"I wish someone would see through it when I tell people I'm fine-" Well, but have YOU considered not lying when people ask you how you're doing?
"I am so resentful of my friend because they keep doing this thing that really bothers me-" Well, but have YOU directly communicated that the thing is bothering you?
"I am burning out because my friend keeps expecting me to help them with serious struggles-" Well, but have YOU tried to establish the boundaries you need to feel okay?
"No one ever asks me about this thing I really care about-" Well, but have YOU brought it up yourself?
"I miss my friend but they haven't texted me-" Well, but have YOU been reaching out to them?
Sometimes people are mean, uncaring assholes, in which case you get to be mad. But sometimes you just need to communicate better. Try communication before you assume someone doesn't care!
Having someone who knows you on such a deep level that they see past your mask, or sense you need a check in is such a deep satisfying fantasy. It's up there with living in a cottagecore farm, or buying all your friends houses when you win the lottery. But you have to make peace with the fact that this is also a fantasy. It is unfair to expect people to "just know" when to respect your boundaries or to push them.
Being cared for is not a fantasy. But you have to let people know you need it. And you have to understand that sometimes they will let you down. Just like you totally could live in a cute farm, but you still have to shovel shit, and the crops sometimes die anyway. Or maybe you win the lottery, but you still have to manage your money and learn real estate law.
The fantasy isn't the caring, the fantasy is not having to do the work. And it sucks. It's embarrassing. But like the meme says, it's not rotten if it's YOU. So do it for yourself.
"The fantasy isn't the caring, the fantasy is not having to do the work"! Thank you for that addition. Because it's not a naive expectation to want someone to care to treat you right. But it requires communication and mutual effort to actually get there
I also really liked the comment about expecting people to know when to respect your boundaries and when to push them. I think this can account for more problems than people realize.
When people don't ask you about things you haven't brought up, they may sometimes be trying to respect what they interpret as your desire to not talk about that thing.
You haven't directly communicated about it, so all they have to work with is the fact you haven't brought it up.
And conversely, when people push on boundaries, there may be times when they're just trying to follow your lead on that as well.
If you haven't communicated directly about it, all they have to work with is how you respond when it happens.
Sometimes what feels like a lack of care is actually someone trying to care for you based on the incomplete information they have. Sometimes giving them better information is enough to dramatically improve the situation, because someone who wants to respect your boundaries can do a much better job when they have a more accurate idea of what those boundaries even are.
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Growing up in an abusive household is a fucking trip dude……If you’ve never had someone angrily wash a dish at you or fold a sock in your direction then how are you gonna understand why I get nervous when you quietly do the laundry, or why I ask “are you mad at me?” when you set the bag of groceries down too hard? It’s a totally different way of living and it impacts you long after you’ve left the situation.
Okay no offense but like angrily washing a dish is not abuse and neither is anything else here… Just things that seem scary to a kid. Obviously there are different levels of abuse but this is really a stretch and kind of annoys me as SO many people can relate to this. Please stop using the word abuse in places it doesn’t belong, it really diminishes experiences by people who know what legitimate child abuse is.
I don’t think you understand what the OP meant. When I was a child my stepmother would do those kinds of things. But it’s what it signified. For me it meant she had been fighting with my father. And because I was his daughter, that made me contemptible in her eyes, she would make it very clear that whatever hatred she felt for my father, would then be relayed onto me while still being gentle towards her own son. If I stepped out of line even a little bit, I would be yelled at. One time she grabbed me by the wrists and shook me while screaming right into my face. Sometimes she would threaten extreme violence at me to get back at my father. It was made complicated by the fact that I loved her very much, so it was painful for me for her to treat me that way. It also scared me because every time they fought she always threatened to leave and I was always afraid she actually would. I learned to associate seemingly small actions such as angrily doing dishes with hatred directly aimed at me. I still do to this day. When I read this post I related to it not just for the actions that it mentioned, but because of all the other emotions it triggered. So don’t you dare tell me that this can’t be considered abuse, because it was a living hell for me.
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Our forests are being cut down 3x faster than they can grow! One acre of hemp produces as much cellulose fiber pulp as 4.1 acres of trees!!! This is super useful for so many things, especially paper production! In addition, hemp takes in carbon dioxide 4x as fast as trees do, which makes it especially valuable in the act of reducing CO2 emissions/greenhouse gases! 🌲🌲🌲 sourceÂ
#the scope of the anti-hemp conspiracy in the united states is terrifying once you start doing research tbh#like it was initially smeared/banned bc lumber lobbyists pushed for it to be…#and a major smear tactic was to associate it with black people#who now a hundred years later are the ones primarily being imprisoned for it#and the plant itself has now been inextricably linked to the drug so people won’t even allow for it to be grown for commercial purposes#like paper making (via literallyfuckeveryone)
Important reminder that industrial hemp can’t be used as a recreational drug, so if anyone tries to pull that card you can just stop them then and there. There are no real arguments against using industrial hemp, even if you’re rigidly against the legalization of any recreational drugs.
AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I never see pro-hemp on my dash, woo!
Usually the argument on why you can’t have hemp is because then people will hide marijuana in it.
yeah, sure…. if they want shitty, shitty marijuana.
It would be like growing sweet corn and dent corn together.  Yeah, they look similar at a distance and they’re closely related, but you don’t want them next to each other as they’ll cross pollinate and you’ll end up with bad versions of both.
Same deal here.  a patch of marijuana grown in an open field of hemp IS going to get contaminated and it’ll lower quality of BOTH crops.  Your hemp farmer doesn’t want that and if likely going rip out any patches trespassers try to add for same reason.Â
and the big issue is not even the THC content.  Because most quality marijuana is intended to be grown indoors or greenhouses, its a dwarf variety. Short.  Fiber hemp is bred for height so as to maximize fiber production.  super tall. It’s going to be really obvious, really fast if you’ve got both in the same field even before you get to the point of pollination. what’s this runty bullshit doing in my field?
They also have different growing needs with regards to spacing, harvest time, etc. so the argument that you can hide marijuana in industrial hemp fields are basically bullshit.
anyway… aside from paper, hemp fiber can also be used to make earthquake resistant concrete that’s actually LIGHTER than conventional concrete while being stronger. It’s better at resisting flexing or warping, so ideal for stuff like bridges and highway supports as it’ll better resist large temperature swings and vibration. (”hempcrete” is slightly different, but makes great fire resistant insulation)
You can also use the waste after fiber harvest for animal fodder, including silage. Comparable to corn. and remember, that’s the waste after you’ve harvested for fiber!
Just to add, it can be used for paper, concrete, insulation, cloth and rope (both rough like sack cloth and smooth like cotton), bio degradable plastics (oddly same for banana trees I believe) and then of course for things like fishing lines and nets etc.
It’s a very versatile and useful plant that has been used for hundreds or maybe even thousands of years for material uses, and with modern advances is becoming even more useful thanks to chemical engineering and similar.
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your childhood dreamsÂ
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