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dougielombax · 5 months
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Okay that’s FUCKING BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!
For fuckness’ sake!!!!
Look at this shit!!!!!
Fuck the Turkish government for allowing this shit!
Then again they do have a track record for inciting and encouraging the killing of journalists, that is when they aren’t doing it themselves.
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yourtouchismidas · 3 months
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planeclaw · 5 months
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𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 (𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢) 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛
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𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘
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polluteme · 6 months
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random pages from my journal
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whosname · 4 months
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Me realizing I´m gonna have to bullet journal again just to try to organise my life
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nedlittle · 11 months
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[ID: ROUGH AIR by Maggie Smith
When the pilot calls it rough air, I think of a cat’s tongue, as if the air itself were textured, as if we could feel its sandpaper licking our skin. I swallow my ears open, and the silence which is not silence at all fills them. In the absence of faith
I resort to magical thinking. I pray to my children, which is to say I conjure them, imagine holding them until I can feel them fill my arms. Like a sign that dings on, lit: Mother. Though motherhood never kept anyone safe.
An opera singer held her baby on her lap as a mountain chewed their plane to bits. How is that possible? Didn’t the mountain see the baby? I have no answers, but I'm trying so hard to love the questions.
What I thought were graves from this height are houses in neat white rows. Motherhood never kept anyone safe, though it's no fault of mothers. There is no such thing as safety—only survival and the absence of survival.
I am riding inside the cold white of this cloud, galloping on a horse through a blinding light, no sound of hooves. I have chewed my cheeks bloody. I'm trying so hard to trust life and thrust, holding a note my daughter wrote
to her stuffed cheetah: Hi Spots we will play Legos after school. In other words, I love you, I will come back. But a child is not a talisman. Neither am I, I'm afraid. I'm in the sky, but don't pray to me. I have no power here. /end ID]
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turquoisefleur · 7 months
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Luffy becoming your blorbo like:
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scarfacemarston · 9 months
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0l0x · 16 days
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Got my vitamin C test back.
It was <0.1. It can't get any lower.
I literally have scurvy. In a first world country, in the year of our lord 2024.
🤦‍♀️
This is the consequence of severe gut problems which doesn't allow me to eat a normal diet. Food harms me. Vitamins harm me. My body acts like everything I put into it is rat poison. I'm so tired of this shit.
4/11/2024
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Lena's Christmas report...
So, I headed up north the 18th to spend the week of Christmas with my family, and when I get there, Dad is sick. I work remotely Monday and Tuesday. Within two days, Mom and I are also sick, and I spend a good three and a half days as a coughing, sniffling disaster, though I still managed to do a pretty good job on the jigsaw puzzle mom and I got out. My aunt and uncle get there around the 22nd when I'm pretty much in the middle of it, but thankfully avoid getting sick.
Then, Thursday night, the storm rolls in. It's been snowing every day up until then and mostly in the 10s-20s temperature wise (ºF), but the pressure front comes in with drastic temperature shifts and winds gusting at 60mph. (If you don't know what a 60mph wind feels like, imagine standing in the bed of a pickup truck traveling down the highway at 60mph). At 2am Friday, the power goes out. It comes back briefly, then goes out for good at 5am.
At 6am, my mom and I both go downstairs (it is still pitch dark out) because the wind is too loud for either of us to sleep, shit keeps banging around, and the house itself is shaking from the wind (my dresser was rattling. FROM THE HOUSE SHAKING FROM THE WIND OUTSIDE). The christmas tree on the deck, which is in a heavy metal stand wired to the deck, keeps blowing over, then getting blown back up, and the grill has been blown clean over. As the sun comes up, it becomes clear multiple trees are down, though luckily none of them landed on the house or the driveway (some of the neighbors weren't so lucky -- a couple down the road had their roof partially torn off).
Friday, it pours and the wind roars most of the day. It gets up to 50ºF, which is insane.
The power stays out. Apparently something like 6% of all the people in the state have no electricity.
With not a lot else to do, I end up running D&D for my mother, aunt, and uncle (on their request) and we play through the first half of a homebrewed adventure I wrote with a dungeon crawl, by candlelight. (It was delightful.)
Luckily, my parents have a backup generator because they've lived through enough winter storms to know power outages out in the sticks can last a long-ass time. The generator is wired to a few circuits for essentials like keeping the fridge running and the water pump functioning so the pipes don't freeze. Also the internet router, because priorities.
This is important, since Saturday, it's fuckin' -5ºF out.
Have you ever gone hiking when it is -5ºF?
Because I now have!!!
We headed to the conservation trail area down the street (maybe a 2 mile drive?) and passed not one, not three, but TEN DOWNED POWER LINES. Just on one road. We then put on microspikes and went out on a trail I've gone on dozens of times but which had been turned into ICED OVER CARNAGE (Remember that 50ºF? And all that snow we had before? Followed by a rapid freeze? Whooooo boy). Whole sections of trail are turned into ice slides, which, HALLELUJAH MICROSPIKES. Holy shit those are amazing. You can just... walk up ice. Also, there were downed trees everywhere from the windstorm, many over the trail. We started clearing what we could as we went, dragging branches and smaller trees to the sides of the trail, though a few big ones we jus had to climb over or under and leave for the trail maintenance crews who would be out with chainsaws. It was a hell of a workout, so despite the temperatures, I was goddamn toasty.
Power stays out.
At this point we're not sure how much fuel the generator has, but Dad checks on it and says the gauge looks okay. Just to be safe, we fill up a ton of water bottles and some buckets and stuff with water and make sure there's batteries in all the flashlights and lanterns.
The stove and oven run on gas, thankfully, not electric, so dinner is delicious. Mom and Dad and I take turns alternating sitting by the fire or the one functioning light in the house and reading aloud to each other from a book by a local author while my aunt and uncle are out visiting a cousin.
(That night, it's so cold I can't sleep)
Christmas day: Still No Power, about 9ºF out, but sunny. We get a roaring fire going.
I get my own pair of microspikes. ^_^ (along with some further hiking gear, some nerd shit and some drinkin' supplies).
In the afternoon, family D&D continues. Uncle solves a puzzle, Aunt picks some locks and Mom kills a Wight. We watch probably a dozen utility trucks going by up and down the road, between tree cutting crews and those trucks with the people-buckets they can lift up to power lines. Then Dad gets the TV hooked up to the backup power after dinner so we can all watch the Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special (which was so dumb and so fun and that song will be stuck in my head forever).
Then, at the end of the evening, in a Christmas Miracle -- the lights finally come on!
Today I headed home, and my apartment seems to have come through unscathed with no apparent power loss. But despite the sickness and cold and lack of power, it was honestly a really fun holiday break and I'm being pestered for another D&D game by my relatives and mom wants help leveling her ranger.
Hope you all had a good week!
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babsil · 9 months
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Idk if I sent an ask alr but pls tell me abt the yandere au plssss
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OMORI SPOILERS AND STALKING/KIDNAPPING
In a desperate attempt to fix the failing friend group, Basil finds himself taking pictures of the shut-in Sunny through his window- just until they can meet up again, he assures himself.
Of course, it’s never that simple, and it develops into stalking as Basil keeps relying on those pictures to feel as if things aren’t falling apart.
This desperation drives him mad and past the point of reasoning (like it did in the fight scene) and his stalking eventually develops into breaking and entering, taking photos and journalling about Sunny from inside his house (photos of Basil sitting beside him as he sleeps, in his hallway, etc.)
Basil, noticing Sunny is still grieving so much over Mari’s death, grows a savior complex where he believes he can help Sunny heal, that he’s the one to save Sunny from the suffering of life he’s faced.
Of course, these feelings are only amplified when Sunny saves Basil after Aubrey pushes him into the river (in his photo album the only caption is a repeated “he saved me”/“he cares” and a picture of Basil snuggled in one of Sunny’s blankets that he offered to keep him warm.)
(This part is a little hazy as I haven’t fully figured out HOW it happened)
Basil kidnaps Sunny and takes him to another house- Of course this AU was made in minecraft so I need to find an excuse for the new estate, so I’ll say summer house. Because Sunny is already so vulnerable mentally (after years of being a shut-in and living in his dreams) it’s not too hard for Basil to manipulate that vulnerability into borderline brainwashing after a while.
Adding onto his savior complex, Basil manages to convince Sunny that his name is actually Omori (how does he know Omori’s name? Don’t worry about it! This AU was made before I finished the game) and that while the others of the group abandoned him, Basil was the only one that stayed and therefore Sunny was indebted to him.
But Sunny’s disappearance doesn’t go unnoticed, and Hero, Aubrey, and Kel are on the case. Basil is ALSO gone at this point, but he wants to make sure there’s no chance that he left any evidence behind. So what does he do? Kidnaps the three of them of course! ^_^
Polly can testify that Basil had disappeared before the other three, which means Basil is simply a missing record alongside the others.
Basil does some criminal mastermind shit and locks the three under the basement (dramatized cells exist!)
Hero gets multiple stoves but nothing to cook with, Kel gets a padded room with a basketball, Aubrey’s room is barely tall enough for her to stand in. (I imagine Basil has some frustration against Aubrey for the harassment and bullying.) Every cell has one thing in common; a flowerpot.
But also, right beside Hero’s cell is a bigger cell that takes up an entire wall that Kel notices. Hero spends his time trying to dig through the wall when Basil isn’t checking on them and finds that it’s an entire cell “made” for Mari, fit with her picnic blanket and basket. In Hero’s journal, he mentions how Basil obviously noticed the hole in the wall, but does nothing to fix it. He believes Basil knows the sight of Mari’s items is fucking with him.
Also Kel loses an arm (and somewhat of his sanity) for being annoying and Aubrey loses an eye for constantly snarking off and trying to break out of the cell. Not like they have far to go!
I might copy over the 50 page journal that Basil wrote in his descent to madness. This is mostly a crack AU turned serious honestly. I wanted to match Omori skins with my friend who knew nothing about Omori so I described Basil as (oversimplified) a clingy bastard who begs Sunny not to go. Then came the idea of a yandere Basil, then the crack idea of Sunny living under the house because my friend decided to eat the dirt under my flower shop
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masteroffakesmiles · 2 months
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Facebook and instagram are down now. And at the worst time too cause I was uploading an art request and immediately after instagram stopped working.
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dougielombax · 3 months
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Some idiots are saying that the late queen of England died from overwork and stress putting her in “an early grave.”
An early grave.
Yeah. One problem with that.
SHE WAS 96!!!!!!!!!!!!
She was already getting on a bit due to her advanced age!!!!!
It was bound to happen!!!!
By that point, Philly Mountbatten had already croaked it and she already had one foot in thon blasted thing anyway!!!!
Fuck’s sake!
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autumnsvoice87 · 2 years
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Junk journaling is so fun! Look at my pretty pages!!
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The pages in composition notebooks are rather thin. I've been using my kids construction paper to layer the pages so its not so thin.
First one I cut up a butterfly git bag I had received. These bags were handed out to people at a kids birthday party I had missed due to back surgery. I love butterflies and love the idea of a secret garden\portal. Inside the envelope are words of encouragement.
The second one was a blank valentines day card a friend gave me. I had no idea what to do with it because I didn't want to give it away. The art work was so pretty I wanted to keep it for myself. So I did and turned it into a fantasy page.
Also a friend of mine gave me old books of wall paper samples and some of them are quite pretty. One was golden and textured. It felt like dragon scales so I used it. Not sure what else to do with the page. Maybe get some dragon stickers and later a poem or some kind of quote about dragons.
Im a beginner at this so tips and ideas are welcome :) I've been using things I find laying around the house.
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freebooter4ever · 1 year
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The tech guys are hanging out in my office again and chatting about $10,000 week long vacations like this is normal.
#Journal shit#Ah yes the life i gave up to be a grunt 3D generalist working on the lowest of the low entertainment \o/#A lot of my friends here get mad at my dad for not being supportive#And i myself get frustrated at him for being insulting about my general life failure#But like....he has a point#I dont think he needed to treat me like yesterdays trash over it but#He was right i probably should have taken a programming job#But poor dad he got saddled with a child who is stubborn and tragically not financially motivated like at all#I mean he is the exact same damn way i feel like my dad forgets that it was just me and him for four years there#I saw how he lived without certain influences and he did not give a crap about status or money or fancy things#It wasnt until the rich bitch came along and started making him like...update his furniture every few years because *style*#and making him buy new designer coats every year so he doesn't embarrass himself in front of the other volleyball parents#Im just saying prior to the introduction of Steves Wife to our family these things just didnt exist to us#It does greatly entertain me that Steves Wife is not allowed to come to the ohio farm because everybody agreed that she just...#Could Not Handle The Poor#Anyway thats my dads idea of a vacation going to visit grandma on the farm this summer#And two guesses he and grandma will just sit around reading and doing puzzles and watching tennis#Pretty much exactly what i did when i went on vacation to visit her#I want to ask my dad if you think i am a failure what do you think of yourself i am exactly fucking like you for better or worse#Well i mean except i also did a lot of drawing of hockey players and grandma would lean over my shoulder#Saying things like *he looks like a nice young man*#yes grandma and he also racks up the penalty minutes like you wouldnt believe
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foxgloveinspace · 6 months
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I felt well enough to listen to some music on my new headphones this evening! Here’s a little playlist/dump of what I listened to
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