So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)
I'm just saying, if there's a curse that runs along your family line and you don't tell your kids about it, how the hell are they supposed to go on a quest to stop it?
My face is having uncontrollable spasms. Great. It hurts really, really, really bad.
I think part of why I have trouble explaining pain to the doctor is when they ask about the pain scale I always think “Well, if someone threw me down a flight of stairs right now or punched me a few times, it would definitely hurt a lot more” so I end up saying a low number. I was reading an article that said that “10” is the most commonly reported number and that is baffling to me. When I woke up from surgery with an 8" incision in my body and I could hardly even speak, I was in the most horrific pain of my life but I said “6” because I thought “Well, if you hit me in the stomach, it would be worse.”
i do understand the experience of yr native language feeling too intimate and close to talk about certain topics, and preferring english instead. it happens to people growing up in non-anglo countries too, like me and most people in my social circles. i experienced that a lot as a mentally ill gay teenager alienated from most of my peers and environment. (i still do to an extent, even though nowadays it's really a symptom of denial or avoidance for me, if i can't discuss something in my native language i know it's because i'm avoiding the topic in my mind in general. it almost serves as an indicator.)
but like it definitely gets better the more you do it.. when i noticed this in myself, i put in effort to read and write in turkish both casually and with purpose, and i started expressing things to myself in turkish and it's been really valuable to build that connection to myself, my sexuality and my body. it's also made me a better writer and poet in both turkish and english, and like just overall has been good for my mental wellbeing..
like what im saying is that, it's possible to overcome that, and for me personally it was necessary for some healing processes to happen. it therefore seems really alarming and concerning to see everyone talk about this and accept it as a fact that just Happens and almost as fate. like you can go and read, write, watch, listen in your language and work thru the uncomfortableness, awkwardness, the crying and weeping and whatever and build that relationship. it's an uncomfortable but simultaneously very rewarding, exciting and once again, healing process. like i recommend that instead of taking that as an inevitable tbh. like it's at least partially a choice you (we) made for many valid reasons as a kid / early teen and you (we) can make the other choice to heal those wounds imo, not to be sappy but it is what i think
People don’t owe you their downtime! And I don’t mean this in a harsh way, but in a “quit breaking your own heart” way.
It’s so easy to see a friend “active” and reblogging on tumblr, or maybe making a status update on Facebook and feel hurt they haven’t replied to our messages.
Different things take different energy. And someone being “online” but not actively talking to you does not mean they no longer love or care about you.
music video idea I've been wanting to make but has no specific characters attached so I'm recycling my tmagp character designs instead of making new characters (ended up making it into some sort of child AU)
Reading a book about slavery in the middle-ages, and as the author sorts through different source materials from different eras, I am starting to understand why so many completely fantastical accounts of "faraway lands" went without as much as a shrug. The world is such a weird place that you can either refuse to believe any of it or just go "yeah that might as well happen" and carry on with your day.
There was this 10th century arab traveller who wrote into an account that the fine trade furs come from a land where the night only lasts one hour in the summer and the sun doesn't rise at all in the winter, people use dogs to travel, and where children have white hair. I don't think I'd believe something like that either if I didn't live here.
After “Do not stand at my grave and weep”, author disputed:
Do not stand at your bowl and meow.
I gave you food. It’s in there now.
I feed you at the dawning light,
I feed you at the fall of night.
I feed you kibbles mixed with meat
And wet food for a special treat.
I feed you even though you scoff
At all the food within your trough.
I feed you and still yet you yell
Like as a beast from deepest hell.
Do not stand at your bowl and cry.
I gave you food. You will not die.
I’ve told her not to get her hopes up. “After all,” I say, “we’re only going to celebrate it for half a minute” when she asked what in the world I was talking about, I pointed out “This is your thirty-second birthday”