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ooctlt · 20 hours
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gideon, what do you think of Pyrrha?
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They don’t want us to struggle but then get mad when we aren’t struggling like they did.
k.b. // by @/valorajn - tiktok
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I relate to Maomao so much when it comes to Lakan.
My parents divorced when I was barely old enough to understand what was going on, and let's just say... it was messy. So messy that there were still battles over us kids for literal years afterwards. At some point in the process, we stopped visiting our dad, stopped receiving letters and emails or whatever, and just... kinda stopped knowing him altogether.
And that's fine.
I don't hate my dad (even though my mum's still sour about him), because at this point, he's little more than a stranger to me. I don't really want to know him, either. There is nothing I can imagine more awkward and uncomfortable as meeting my dad in the flesh. Which is why Maomao's attitude towards Lakan, if a little harsh, makes perfect sense to me.
Lakan wasn't there as a father to Maomao, even if it wasn't his fault, and that's why Maomao can't accept him as one. A close, familial bond needs more than blood, and it's not something that can just be demanded (especially from a child). It takes time and effort to build.
Luomen wasn't her father, but he was there in every way that mattered. In the same way, I love my stepfather and siblings and I'm happy where I am. Maybe someday I will chat to my dad again, but for the present, I'm happy to leave things the way they are.
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Why does everyone keep talking in that high-pitched voice whenever they see me? I’m not deaf!
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Dear Wallaby,
I hope this letter finds you well. My name is Bobby, and I am a resident of the crib in the corner of the living room. I am writing to you today to bring to light an issue that has been plaguing my existence for the past few months.
You see, Wallaby, I am surrounded by giants. Giants who, for some inexplicable reason, believe that the only way to communicate with me is through a series of high-pitched coos and squeals. It’s as if they’ve forgotten the art of normal conversation and have resorted to mimicking the sounds of a distressed seagull. No joke.
Every day, I am subjected to a symphony of squeaky voices that would put even the most patient of souls to the test. “Who’s a cute little baby?” they ask, their voices reaching pitches that I’m sure only dogs can hear. “Goo goo gaga,” they continue, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I have no idea what that means.
I’ve tried to communicate my displeasure, Wallaby. I’ve frowned, I’ve cried, I’ve even thrown my rattle in protest. But alas, my efforts have been in vain. They simply chuckle, pat my head, and continue their high-pitched tirade.
I understand that they mean well, Wallaby. They believe that these squeaky voices are comforting, that they somehow bridge the gap between our worlds. But let me assure you, they do not. If anything, they only serve to widen the chasm.
I long for the day when I can have a normal conversation. When I can discuss the complexities of the mobile hanging above my crib or debate the merits of pureed peas versus carrots. But until that day comes, I remain at the mercy of the squeaky voices.
So, I implore you, Wallaby, to use your platform to bring about change. Let the giants know that we, the residents of the cribs, are more than just cute faces. We are thinkers, dreamers, and, given the chance, great conversationalists.
Thank you for your time, Wallaby. I look forward to a future where the squeaky voices are a thing of the past.
Yours sincerely, Bobby.
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ffverr · 2 days
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Currently reading Alpha Flight/X-Men and I can't explain what this does to me
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wedarkacademia · 8 months
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I know it is my father's first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little.
But I was little too.
— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father
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incognitopolls · 2 months
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introvertedx10 · 9 months
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rosyy-coosy · 3 months
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one-time-i-dreamt · 28 days
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My parents got divorced and my dad started dating MrBeast and my mom took me to see an ATLA play and kept insisting Aang was a bad boy.
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ooctlt · 2 months
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Are any of you still in contact with your parents?
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forestpixies · 1 month
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no actually you’re either gentle parenting your child or you’re being emotionally and/or physically abusive to them, whether or not you’re aware of that.
because the term gentle parenting already includes discipline and teaching your kid right from wrong. gentle parenting doesn’t mean you can’t tell your kid no. it means you can tell them no when they do something they shouldn’t, but instead of punishing or yelling at them, you’re explaining and giving them reasons why they can’t do that, you are helping them learn and encouraging them to be better. gentle parenting means you’re using reasons built on mutual respect instead of anger. because yes, no matter how young your child is, they deserve respect too.
I’m sorry but most of the times when someone says they’re a strict parent, what it means is that they give their child childhood trauma that’ll last a lifetime, whether or not they’re aware of it. especially parents who brag to other people about how strict they are and how they punished their children.
and I’m sorry but saying you have a short temper is never an excuse to be emotionally and/or physically abusive towards your kid either.
“I yelled at you because I have a short temper” then why am I the one suffering? if you can’t control your anger, then get help. work on it. do better. be better.
also… your child standing up for themself against you, when you’re being abusive to them, isn’t them being disrespectful towards you. it means they are defending themself because you wouldn’t do that for them and so they had to step in and be their own protector.
if you’re a parent and can defend and stand up for yourself when you feel like you need to, but at the same time punish your kid when they stand up for themself against you, then you are the problem.
I was that child and I’m gonna make it as simple as I can for any parent out there — because no kid deserves to go through what I went through — imagine yourself owning a dog. really. you can either
a.) beat that dog whenever they do something wrong and simply take your anger out on them until they’re fully submissive and are terrified of you
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b.) train them with love and gentleness and earn their love and loyalty in return
now imagine both A and B dogs on leashes and imagine them no longer being on leashes one day. which dog do you think will run away as far as they can and never look back, and which one do you think will stay because they love and want to be with their owner?
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henk-heijmans · 4 months
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Two elderly women visiting the graves of their dead parents in the Appalachian Mountains sit on the headstones and talk, 1983 - by David Turnley (1955), American/French
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k-eke · 1 year
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Maushold family  🐭 ❤️ 🐭
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