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A Fyre Been Lit Under My Ass
So I have been wanting a thing for a while now and I feel like I’m not getting that thing as fast as I want it. I guess it’s time to be bout that business cause that fyre under my ass is burning a hole clean on up through to my soul. I have a headache hardcore but my heart wants things and I’ll be damned if I deny her any longer. LOL this post means absolutely nothing to anyone other than me and you know what, that’s cool cause a thought ain’t nothing but a thought until it gets written down. Then that thought becomes as real as you or me. The take away I guess is to write down your goals, make them real so they won’t JUST be a thought.
Now That I Can Intellectualize What I’m Thinking, I Want To Talk About My Three Minds
Now that I can think past the anger and the hurt (don’t get me wrong, both of those emotions are still there. I don’t feel like going into details about what happened cause I’m tired) I realize that I basically have three phases of my anger or three minds. My first mind, when I’m angry is rash and cruel; she is physically violent, wanting to smash and destroy and burn everything in her path. She wants to destroy the things that brought her out of her hiding place, hell if I gave into her, which is something that I NEVER do, the world would burn. She is angry and violent, but she is part of me and should be given the opportunity to be heard (never expressed out loud) within bounds. My second mind is wayyyyy less physically violent, but what she won’t do with her fists, she will do with her words. My second mind is cruel with her words where my first mind will just fuck a bitch up. My second mind will tell you that she hates you and that she hopes the worst things in the world will happen to you and everyone that you love. She will tell you to fuck off, she will say the cruelest things if I let her. The same as with my first mind, I don’t allow my second mind any control over anything; I let her express herself in my mind, but that is as far as she is allowed to go. My third mind is the calmest of the three; she will take the anger and violence from my first mind and the verbal abuse of my second mind and deconstruct it and in the quietest voice will simply say that I’m hurt and I want to cry. She will curse because that is just who I as a whole am, I curse, but she will never say “I hate you” or anything of the such. She is calm and the only one that I let off her leash...to a point (any rational thought can become irrational and fucked up). Right now, she is the one who is causing my fingers to move, she is making the tears come to my eyes, she was the one who urged me to go outside and burn boxes to dispel some of the rage of my first mind and some of the verbal savagery of my second. She and all her gentle rationality is coaxing me to go shower and go to bed because you have a root canal tomorrow and being funky smelling like smoke and hurt feeling is not something that I want to be for long.
Upset Thy Name is Marissa
Its so weird to be low key accused of something that you didn’t do, like its so weird for the accusations to fly and the whole truth isn’t even listened to. I wonder sometimes...
It’s Called Adulting
Fuck. Starz.
F*** everybody over there at Starz who fired Orlando Jones; no more Mr. Nancy. I'm so doggone mad I'm itching. I hope each and every one of the people who had a hand in it step on the sharpest Leggo. I hope someone else's baby throws up on the back of your shirt and you don't realize it till its don dripped down your back. I hope a dragon fly flies into y'all's temple and makes you see stars. I hope y'all step in a big ol' funky mud puddle. I hope y'all forget to turn off the seat warmer thingie in your cars and you freak out cause you thought you shat yourself. I hope there is a pebble stuck in your shoes for all of eternity. I hope yall walk past one of those burr bushes and get an ass full of them. I hope a wasp stops flying just to look you in the eye. I hope when you're drinking a soda a little piece of ice flies down your throats and scares the ever living shit out of you (wasn't gonna curse but oh well). I HOPE YOU LOSE THE BACKS OF EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOUR EARRINGS!!!!!!!!!
Communication is KEY in ALL THINGS!
So I am coming up on my first year of marriage and honestly I have enough stories and lessons to write a whole ass book (spoilers: that’s gonna be a thing in a little while) but the most imporatnt thing that I’ve found to help a relationship stay in the green zone is communication. I won’t go into a whole song and dance about how one should communicate with your partner, because well everyone is different, but yo communicate because at the end of the day no one can read anyone’s mind and if you want something a closed mouth never gets fed. No matter how many times it takes for you to have to say a thing, keep on trying because eventualy either what you or the other person saying will stick to some degree or something will happen for the other person or yourself to finally GET IT whatever IT may be. Don’t be a bitch, talk it out. And also no matter how petty yall wanna get, don’t; that don’t do shit but make everything worse.
Anyhoodley doo, that be it. My cat says hi. PEACE!
It’s Continuous Work They Said...Well They Sure As Hell Weren’t Lying
You know, I’ve always heard that marriage is a battlefield (song) or marriage is continuous work (the grapevine) and let me tell you gosh darn it none of that is a lie. I have never argued with someone and then at the end of the day been so emotionally drained from that one argument that I can’t do anything else but be happy that the argument is over, repair any hurt feelings, and then sleep a whole entire weekend. Like marriage is tiring and even though I would never trade this relationship for anything else in the world, its a full time job that is still super duper rewarding while at the same time frustrating af AND I never get paid tangible money for the work that I (or she) do but I still won’t quit which would literally be the definition of insanity if I were writing about any other thing. I have always been an emotionally controlled person, I don’t like to act without thinking, especially when it deals with people but I’ll be damned if this woman hasn’t pushed me to the edge and then back and then back to the edge and then over the cliff and then back again. Like I don’t think there has been a time in my life where I have gotten so emotional over anything anyone has to say or do. I cry, and I scream, and I get angry, I’m happy over nothing, I’m horny at random parts of the night because she moved weird, then I’m upset because she said something mean and then I feel so much better after we get everything back to normal but there is patching that has to be done to the relationship that isn’t damaged but we are both emotionally drained so we both have to chill and spend time with one another and then make love for two days straight and then Monday hits and I miss her all over again while at the same time needing a cup of tea because she also doesn’t like Monday mornings and gets snappy if she ain’t getting out of the door quick enough...mannnnn emotions are weird BUT like I said I wouldn’t trade any of this for anything in the world.
Lol, life be like this sometimes anyway love y’all, my cat says hi.
Cry If You Feel Like It Damn It
Here is something that I just discovered: if you have to cry, then fuck how it looks and fuck how you look doing it, cry!!! I just had to cry and I startled my cat and I know I looked absolutely hideous, but damn did it feel good. I feel way more level headed and less muddled as I did before, I feel a little more forgiving than I did a few hours ago. You know I have had to come to terms with the fact that there are some things that are out of your control and there are some things that are within your control and honey lemme tell you, the stuff that you can’t control then don’t try to control it (the second thing that I had to learn is marriage is a true battlefield and sometimes you will hurt and when you come out of whatever war y’all are in, the love that will eventually come back feels good but that is another post for another day). Like if someone (someone you really care about) gives you a reaction that hurts and is also a little selective of hearing when they’re angry, then let that be. Forgive, forget; let yourself heal from the hurt, forgive and learn your lessons (take your L’s) and slowly (and I mean fucking slow) begin to get to know that person, let them get to know you and in the process of getting to know one another, you will find yourself getting angry less at whatever they do and adapt your talking style to them so there will be a discussion and not screaming match. So once again, to forgive and move on, cry if you have to. Do what I did and do nothing all day, eat a whole bowl of homemade chili, read a book from Wattpad, do your financial budget, draw a little, program, ugly cry, let yourself heal and forgive and most importantly move on. If you hold on longer than you should to anger or hatred, bad juju whatever you wanna call it, those feelings will eat away at you and hurt you more than the person who originally did the hurting. You can’t control them and what they understand, but you sure as hell can control yourself and what you do. Okay, that’s it, rant over. Stay safe and know you are loved y’all. I’m still trying to be consistent but I have also accepted that I am an inconsistent bitch.
Love y’all, my cat says hi.
The Age of the Aquarius and the End of the World
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Edit: So it took me a long 4 days to write this but here is the conclusion that I finally came up with: this person is full of the richest shit and an energy leech. Okay so about 4 days ago, a something of mine just contacted me and asked me how I was doing and honestly talking to them just felt plain ol weird. Take for instance my wife (yay!!!) right, we didn’t talk for like 3 to 4 years but when we finally started to talk again, it was like nothing ever changed but with this person who I have known for almost a decade, it was almost painful to continue a conversation wit them because they were being unnecessarily vague and I could sense that with every word typed. I tell you every time I tried to tell them any of the good news that has happened in my life (and trust me there has been a whole hell of a lot of it), there is just something inside of me that just will not let me. I feel so uncomfortable sharing that I two-step around every question they ask because they are just walking talking negativity. So this person asks me how I was doing and I said fine and I asked where they went for vacay; now the first time I asked there was no response just a promise to give details later (details that I am still waiting on mind you), then the next day said person hit me up and told me where they went and then asked me where I was going in the weirdest way possible. Like it kind of felt wrong you know; just all wrong. They were asking but it kind of felt like they were only asking just to either be nosy (I am intentionally vague with people I don’t fully trust and haven’t really shared much about my current life and how well I am doing right now) or asking in a condescending way like...gosh its hard to describe this person because if you haven’t been around them, their funny little ways will go over your head if you’re not paying attention, hell I’ve known this person for the longest and its even hard for me to explain it without sounding like a paranoid lunatic so I’m going to use examples because everyone can relate to an example.This person is an energy leech and not just any ol’ energy sucker, they feed off of negative energy. Y’all know those people that I’m talking about. Now add in a bit of condescension and a touch of nahnahnabooboo and you got the feeling that I was getting from this text message. I’m not going to try analyzing this anymore because I mean why give more energy to that kind of stuff but I will say this for anyone able to get this far in this nonsensical post (and I promise there will be something way better written real soon), any kind of hurt that someone does to you will heal over time. You may become a more jaded person but hell a little jadedness never hurt anyone as long as you’re not bitter. If you’re like me and have a “friend” that was full of shit and you knew but just didn’t want to believe this person was emotionally draining, trust me, over time and hopefully far away from them, hopefully you will heal from the weirdness and give no more fucks bout bullshit period. That is all, hope y’all took something away from this story (don’t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing), hope it helps in some kind of way; honestly I just hope that if someone actually reads this, you know that you are not alone in the crap that you go through and that you are not alone. Also if you’re like I used to be and have a whole lot to talk about but no one to do it with, then try this website called 7cups of tea. As hard as it can be to open up to someone, trust me, talking helps. Give it a try, its free so don’t be a wusspuss. Duces!
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There is this indescribable feeling of wanting something but I can’t figure out what it is. I want something, I know I do; I keep seeing this flash of gentle sunlight though a window and this indescribable feeling of peace and simplicity and for the life of me I can’t figure out where that flash of sunlight is coming from. I see pretty forests and beautiful greenery, fruit trees are everywhere...SOOOOOO to combat this weird feeling that I’m feeling but unable to describe to anyone, I have decided to build the miniature world that has been flashing though my mind. You know what they (whoever they are) say: put it down on paper, make it tangible, speak about it and it will come true.
Urges
I have no idea how to explain this powerful urge that I’ve been having and whenever I tell my wife I sound crazy. Like right now I saw a vision of a beautiful and idealistic scenery that I’ve never seen before but I know in my heart of hearts that I can create this scenery that my mind is seeing. I know for a fact that I can nap under a canopy while everything is green green green and beautiful. Its so hard for people to see what I see, see the beauty that is hidden right behind my mind’s eye. These are the times when I wish that I could draw; not just to show people but so I can make plans to make that vision a reality. I did just buy a new sketchbook a couple of weeks ago. Maybe its time for me to put it to use.
Random Ramble
So I’ve always wondered why people always get so mad when Egypt is brought up and black people are like HEY black people did that and the response is like yeah right like black people aren’t capable of anything great or wonderful other than jujuing to the beat. Its fascinating and sad all at the same time; kind of makes me wonder about these people/bots and how such hatefulness came to be. I’ve matured to a point now where arguing with someone else isn’t my MO anymore, but let me tell anyone who comes across this Tumblr post that THAT (HA double wording for your ass!) journey was a hard one, one that took quite a long time to get through. Eventually I have learned that people just gon be dumb and ignorant and Trolls (or bots tbh) and the best thing that you as a person can do is DO YOU BOO BOO and just go about your life living it like it was fucking GOLDEN bitch! Look at me using all the sayings and shit. Anyway, that was my post. I’m going to sleep cause its like 2 o’clock in the AM and I have a nice warm wife by my side.
Why I’m Afraid of Wasps
I literally just found out why I am terrified of wasps. So the other day I was talking to my incredibly infuriating wife who is gonna get the silent treatment (or a kick to the shin) as long as she don't know how to fucking talk to me about how I think I found out why I am terrified of wasps. So I remmeber when I was a little girl my Daddy built me a tire swing for...some kind of celebration thing or whatever on one of the trees in our back yard. A literal tire swing y'all, how many people can say they were able to swing on a tire ( lol like that's such a big ass deal)? Anyway so my Daddy's only stipulation for building me the thing that I'd been asking for for literal months is that I dont go bouncing around like I "don lost my mind" cause quote: "That branch WILL come down and those wasps up there in that nest WILL come after yo ass." Kids are stupid yo; like kids are intelligent af but they're also stupid too when it comes to having fun. Like when a kid starts to have fun, their minds completely shut off to common sense; absolutely nothing else matters other than the thing that makes them do that weird head shake shit. I think I was swinging and doing that handshake thing in my tire swing when I accidentally bounced; I bounced and surprise the sky didnt fall down, the world didn't end like Daddy made it seem like was gonna happen, nothing happened. Fuck yeah! Daddy was wrong...my Daddy was wrong, Daddy: the wise old black man was wrong. HA!!! Five jumps later I hear a crack but remember what I said about kids and fun and common sense and how it leaves them? I bounce two or three more times before the branch snaps and my ass hits the ground. I take off, my Daddy's words flashing through my mind. "....those wasps WILL come after yo ass." Down that branch came along with that big ass red wasp next. I barely and I mean BARELY made it to the house. You never truly know how UGLY a bug truly is till you see its mouth parts up close...so many undulating mouth parts. Anyway that ladies and gentlemen is why I hate wasps.
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