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peacebugged · 2 months
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I know what's happening. It's my abandonment trauma. The five-year-old inside me is screaming and is certain she'll be destroyed by the No, the No that is the loss of someone important (the universe says "No, you can't have them back, no matter how you feel"). She doesn't want to be destroyed or abandoned. She just wants to feel connected to that person who is gone.
And instead of dismissing her pain, I need to say, "Yes, that hurts so much. Of course it hurts." And hold her and breathe while I watch the wave come that she is afraid will destroy us.
Then I need to let it pass. I can't go under. I have to resurface, stay afloat. I have to give her a life preserver and say, "I know this hurts," and refuse to be drowned.
I can't push the grief away but I refuse to be drowned by it.
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peacebugged · 3 months
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¿en ESTA economia?!
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peacebugged · 3 months
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actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.
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today's bird is this green heron inspecting a bug
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New Crow Time 🐦‍⬛🦊🌟
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peacebugged · 3 months
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Im.. Soft 🥺🥺🥺
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peacebugged · 3 months
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If you think polyamory or open relationships are cheating, it sounds to me that you view cheating not as a betrayal of trust or a partner's wishes, but a betrayal of some perceived natural order.
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peacebugged · 3 months
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If y'all liked the unidentifiable yellow glitter goo you'll love the time I made wine out of marshmallow Peeps
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peacebugged · 4 months
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THE FLUFF IS UNDENIABLE
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peacebugged · 4 months
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Fun Facts (and opinions) about White Christmas (1954)
Facts:
Bing Crosby was 51 when the movie was made. (Pretty sure his character is supposed to be in his 30s.)
Rosemary Clooney, his romantic costar, was 26.
Dean Jagger, who played the Major, a character supposed to be much older than Bing Crosby's character, was the same age as Crosby.
George Chakiris, who played Bernardo in West Side Story (1961) is a dancer in the Mandy number and in Betty's number in New York.
Observational Opinions:
Man they don't like modern dance!
I enjoy how cinematic the dance numbers are even though it's, in theory, a stage show (I actually do enjoy this both because it makes me laugh and because it makes viewing more enjoyable since they tailored to the medium).
A lot of problems in a lot of stories could be easily solved by two people having a frank conversation. It seems like an astounding amount of drama is predicated on people refusing to communicate.
These numbers are ELABORATE AS HELL and I am ALWAYS amazed and amused by it because it's so over the top!
Man this movie loves the military.
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peacebugged · 5 months
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peacebugged · 5 months
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so judging by how astonished people are by it every time we explain it to anybody, it seems like my wife and I might really be onto something here
during the pandemic, we invented something we call "astronaut time."
when it's astronaut time, it's like we are two astronauts wearing the big helmets, moving around the station on totally separate tasks. one of us is outside the space station and one of us is inside the space station. our radios do not work and we have no way of communicating with each other. we might see each other through the lil porthole windows, but we ignore each other because we both have different things to do.
"astronaut time" is how we get total privacy when we live in the same apartment. I will pretend you don't exist. You will pretend I don't exist. we have a nonverbal, zero-contact signal for when astronaut time is over (usually "I'll draw a smiley-face on the whiteboard in the kitchen when I'm done"). No talking, stay out of each other's line of sight, we are actively avoiding each other, unless you are currently experiencing a medical emergency goodbye.
it has been. a godsend. imagine living with your partner and being able to close every single tab in your brain related to social interaction. no fear of being interrupted by a "hey, quick question--" or "sorry to bother you, but do you know where the scissors are?" or "did you want something to eat, too?" Once or twice a month, we look at each other lovingly, hold hands, and say "baby I think I need some astronaut time tonight," and the other person goes "okay cool. bye! have a nice night!" and nobody's feelings are hurt and we both go and have a lovely evening completely by ourselves.
like idk it's a small thing but it's made our lives so much nicer, so if you and your partner/roommate are both people who sometimes need total privacy in order to recharge, maybe try it
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peacebugged · 5 months
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this is so beautiful
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