my job is reactivating and rehabilitating patients in post surgery care and one of the first things i tell them once they've tried to drink some juice and stand on their legs without throwing up is "every bite is a good bite" and i think that's a good sentiment for everyone
For Christmas, a family member got me a hideous and expensive mug with the word 'Love' on it and they'd left the price tag on, so I took it back to the shop and asked if I could maybe exchange it. (In my old shop, if there was no receipt then we would exchange it or put the same amount on a giftcard, so I thought it was worth a try.) The sales assistant said no, their policy was no refund without proof of sale. I said, okay never mind. The sales assistant looked at me sadly and said, haltingly, 'it's just... the mug... it says 'Love' on it... and you want to return it?' I didn't know what to reply so I said, 'oh I just don't like things with words on' and she looked at my sweatshirt which said 'the dogtor is in: I prescribe walkies' and said 'oh...'
barry ended when it needed to end but I miss it. I miss the casual violence. with prestige tv you usually have to wait a billion episodes to see some guy's head get blown up. but with barry it was brains and blood every week
when i become so ecstatic that my bones are buzzing underneath my skin,
i do not yell and shout and dance to show it,
but instead i sink my nails into my flesh and drag,
down, down, down
as if i will somehow relieve my ecstasy
if i open enough holes for it to escape from
i have never found love in kisses and affection,
but instead the blue marks of nails on my skin,
stunning, dazzling crescent moons, fallen onto me
to create craters where i may store it.
never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
Sometimes when people on the Internet are like "ADULTS CAN NEVER INTERACT WITH MINORS IT'S CREEPY" I remember how, at 12, back in 1997, I was on the Witchvox forums with people ranging from me to people in at least their 50s, and no one there was ever a creep to me, no one ever made me feel uncomfortable or asked for my personal info, and when I finally broke down after a particularly brutal day of bullying at school and posted about it they were the first adults I'd ever met in my entire life who told me the bullies were the problem and it was okay to be angry about it.
Kids need to interact with adults who will listen to them.