I think one of the hardest things in life is, trying to deal with losing someone. It’s never easy, never ready for it, doesn’t hurt any less. You think it would be easier when you realise how much people you have lost. But every relationship is different, we deal with things differently. The weight is a lot and we attend to forget others feel it too. There is no time frame to when we next lose someone. Just know time goes on, the world keeps going and that in time you will heal and people are around you when you need someone to talk to 💕.
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Thanks for the kind words, friends. It’s been a tough couple days over here. It’s so quiet without her.
She was with me for about 8 years, maybe a little longer, so it’s gonna take a while to get used to her presence being gone. I had to re-hand-tame her, you know? She had issues, possibly with her hormones, and it made her super aggressive; it took a year and a half of gentle handling every day (and getting my hands bitten to hell) before she became the sweet bird i knew she was. But now she’s gone. And then that gets me thinking about my other bird (currently snuggling in my hair, napping), who’s been with me for like 15 years at least. Don’t know what I’ll do when he passes, but hopefully that won’t be for many more years.
Pet ownership. Unpredictable, emotional, sometimes absolutely wrenching. But also worthwhile? I think? It’s hard to feel like it is, being only a couple days removed from losing Mystery. But I’d like to think so.
All in all, what with this and the never ending house repair situation, 2022 is going down as one of my worst years ever, haha. I would say that 2023 can only get better, but I’d rather not dare the universe like that.
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i feel so stupid and pathetic when i have to keep reaching out to people to hang out
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this might be a controversial opinion but i think we unnecessarily platform terfs way too much. people cant even make a fun harmless trans post without people jumping on to be like "yeah, fuck terfs!" and its like. severely not about that at all
tumblr terfs love attention. they feed off of it, ESPECIALLY negative attention which is what some of yall are constantly giving them. if you dont want them interacting with your blog or w/e, thats fine, of course you dont! but everyone quietly blocking them while focusing on trans positivity would be way more beneficial than making the focus entirely about giving them the attention that theyre frothing at the mouth for
and frankly the focus on terfs takes away from conversations about casual transphobia that exists outside of just radical feminism. not everyone hides their transphobia under the guise of being a super feminist, and saying "fuck terfs" makes people feel like theyre above ever perpetuating transphobia, which is DEFINITELY not true
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People call him happy feet
But listen
How does a middle-aged man move his legs like that?? I mean, his knees are something else.
New addition:
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I made a pillow!
It took four months of non-stop cross-stitching, but I finally finished a pattern I bought from @8pxl a little bit ago, and tonight in a bizarre burst of productivity I finally sewed a back to it and stuffed it into a cute little pillow! It ended up being pretty much perfectly sized for a neck pillow, but I'm a bit worried about it getting dirty that way.
I highly recommend the patterns from 8xpl's shop, there are SO many gorgeous ones to choose from. I might end up getting another one soon o3o
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Sometimes i forget that Aziraphale literally said 'we can be together' and 'I need you' like holy shit we're talking about the same Aziraphale who constantly denied having 'their own side', who said he didn't need Crowley in s1. yes, Crowley was the one doing the confessing but so was Aziraphale. they both confessed that they want to be together, that they need each other, but the whole universe is conspiring against them. they both said 'i want to be with you' and yet...
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one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.
one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.
i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.
the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.
my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.
i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.
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