You know what? I love seeing mutual’s other blogs on my dash.
Some of the sides focus on their specific interests or hobbies, some are their nsfw sides, some are sides for what they deem too random or weird for their main or popular blog, some are for hyper-specific fandoms and ships, some are for venting and ranting in a safe space, and others allow their interests and talents to shine through a different persona/alter ego.
Whatever may be the case for those of you with side or additional blogs, I just want to say thank you for making and sharing them.
I really do love seeing, reading, learning and appreciating what’s important to you. 🤗💛
Dang - lost about 20 followers today. Not sure why? My content changes with my mood, so perhaps my recent mood(s) don't resonate as well? Welp... Time for an espresso & ☕️ listen to music 🎵.
yep, i know it would be better if i smiled in my pic. i just really, really have a hard time feeling comfortable in front of the camera, and it's even 4x harder seeing myself. i'll work on it.
1) Cool blogs/people you’ve been sleeping on and begin following
2) Porn blogs/pseudo-daddy-doms/bots/highjacked accounts and blocking them
3) Blogs with overt perspectives (political, religious, etc) that are in direct opposition to you or drama-fueled blogs disrupting your peace and blocking them
4) Stalker blogs somehow finding you yet again and blocking them
5) Blogs that simply don’t feel right /give you the ick factor and blocking them
6) Blogs that are good and whatever but aren’t your cup of tea, so they chill on the list and you raise a glass to them when you see their notifications on your dash
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Evaluating your desktop/mobile theme and preferences to make sure you’re still enjoying them, and changing them as you see fit
For the past few weeks, I’ve had a crow visit my little bird bath, and every time I open the door or come home, they immediately fly away for hours on end.
One afternoon, as I was approaching them, I decided to change my behavior., as I was somewhat bummed out that they always took flight upon my arrival. Although I thought I had been deliberate in movement and had tried not to startle them, I figured a different tactic might help.
I began talking to them like they were one of my close friends, including tone, gesture and cadence. I asked them how they’d been, and that I hoped they’d feel comfortable staying longer and making themselves at home. I included them in my own ramblings as well. As I did this, I kept eye contact and walked past them, getting close but not walking directly toward them. The crow was a little jittery, watched me, but didn’t fly away.
I passed them a few more times as I was gardening, continuing the conversation, asking them things such as “There sure are a lot of mourning doves around lately, how do you feel about sharing your trees and your perches with them? Are they good neighbors? I hope they're coo (dear reader, please forgive my bad joke tendencies)” and “My friends gave me this pretty perennial, I think you’re going to love its purple blooms once I get it planted”.
The crow listened, didn’t say a word, but watched me with a careful eye. I eventually went in for the night, and as I did, I wished them a good evening and thanked them for hanging out with me. The next morning, much earlier than usual, the crow was bathing in my little bird bath, and had brought a few peanuts and a corner of sourdough with them. They didn’t fly away, and were pretty chatty with me, squawking and immersing themselves in the water . I sat on my porch and listened, guessing at the right times to interject comments or ask questions. It seemed to work. The crow stayed, and allowed me to come up to them while they were enjoying their picnic.
It’s been like this for the past few days, and I’ve now left a few random shiny objects for them, including a button and silver keychain I no longer used. They’ve taken them away, and when they see me walking past the bird bath, they quietly glide down and perch near me, content to simply hang out.
When I open a little bag of m&ms and find a broken candy piece, I won’t eat it. I feel bad that I’m neglecting the imperfect, especially since in most aspects of my life I treasure the beauty of imperfections. It actually weighs on me. In this context, I’m suspicious of the candy piece, like it’s somehow been tampered with or poisoned. Yes, this is a weird thing to post, and no, I won’t explain why my mind thinks these types of thoughts.
