My dogs are the only thing keeping me from losing my mind right now.
The other day my chihuahua was so excited to see me when I came home he put his front paws on my knee and just bounced, and bounced, and bounced, for a full minute. He stopped for a second, but then kept going because it was making me laugh.
Yesterday me and him were chasing my rat terrier around the house and I finally caught him and sat on the floor and said “we got him, Buddy! let’s give him kisses!” and Buddy knows the word “kisses” by now, so he licked Peanut’s face on one side while I kissed him on the other.
Last night I was freaked out and upset because I fucked up this drawing I’d been doing by coloring in the entire background before I actually did any real drawing. I had been planning to do this I Spy style thing filled with all kinds of tiny details, but instead there was just this huge empty pink space I spent fifteen minutes coloring, with a few doodles on the bottom. It really scared me that I could be that absent. Blank spaces are a bit of a trigger for me as well in certain contexts, and filling in an entire page with solid color as I completely forget what I’m doing is pretty much the worst kind of context. (And talk about a fucking waste of ink, you know? I’m really conservative with my art supplies.)
Peanut did what he always does when I get upset, have panic attacks, or feel psychosis coming on: he sat in my lap and waited for me to pet him. When I didn’t immediately pet him, he got my attention by licking my hands. Sometimes when I get like that, he’ll put his paws on my shoulders and his face right in mine. Once a while ago he even bit me. He makes me focus on him so I’ll hold him and pet him, because that gives my hands something non-destructive to do (I’ve been pulling my hair and hitting myself on the head in panic attacks lately). He learned this on his own, too; he’s had no service dog training whatsoever. Because of him I don’t get explosive like I used to, and Buddy keeps me from feeling that utter emptiness of this house.
I love my boys.
Courtois said hold my gloves and went and won us a game ! What a fucking icon !
I don’t know you, but I love you!
Me @ the person steadily leaving kudos on all my fics
He is one of the best characters in DC UNIVERSE. Last night i watched the last episode of the arrow season 5 and in that death stroke said something which i think is a unchangable truth .
by Dhruv Pratap Singh
so i was looking up coldplay and found this gem of a headline
I am not what I have lost.
picture this,,,, thor, bruce, tony and shuri all working together to try and research the stones because they’re all super smart™️
Thanks anon - I did actually think of that and did some comparison with other accounts to see if summer time made a difference, but apparently that’s not consistent (I will never understand how twitter calculates time on tweets and it’s very frustrating).
I think the 12.30 LA/8.30 London time isn’t substantially different. But it does make it more possible that the tweet came from London (or was drafted in LA and OKed in London). That’s where the cultural question comes in - and the fact that I’m super sceptical that a SMM was that nasty deliberately. But then the only person I know who has done UK music social media - is from London, went to Oxford, is very middle-class and while obviously not as culturally far away from Doncaster as someone LA based would be - could get it wrong.
From the Louis point of view - looking back at December as a whole, I’m not as sure as I was that Louis was in LA. So without knowing what timezone he was in there’s nothing much to be gleaned from the time.
Which is all just me repeating my basic point - we don’t know and we can’t know.
sometimes i eat food and never anticipating how hot the mfers are and i end up suffering the consequences.
“I wouldn’t strive to be such an overachiever if I wasn’t considered such an underdog.”
Write about the people you should never underestimate.
The ones in the back of the rooms. The ones, people never notice. Because even though you don’t notice them doesnt mean they don’t notice you. Oh, they notice you. They notice everything about you. The way you walk, the difference in your voice when you talk about something you deeply care about. The sparkle in your eyes as you look at the beautiful girl in the corner or the handsome man leaning against the counter. They see how you shy away from violence in public but how you relish it in private. They know that you don’t just use those utensils for eating. They know everything about you and they will use it however they need to get what they want. You should never underestimate the ones you never notice. For when you do….. It’ll be too late.