she/her. a collection of cool stuff, pretty places, advocacy, and sometimes fandom posts 🫒
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Someone in an autism facebook group I'm in just asked "How am I supposed to earn enough to make a living without burning out?"
Someone replied: "You're not. Even neurotypicals can't right now in the system designed for them. We're the canaries in the coalmine. When we start failing, they know something is wrong."
Copy-Cat Panera Mac & Cheese
Recipe by Cheese Knees
Wow this sucks I'm gonna kill *remembers that suicide jokes only worsen your mental health and that the first step to healing is stopping* you
Being there for my pets through their whole lives. – Guest Submission
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The hero we deserve
Boiling some noodles and having a nice night watching shows. – Guest Submission
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It annoys me when people complain about “all the characters in Heartstopper are queer hurghhh” because… no they’re not. The cishets are just in the background. We see cis straight couples everywhere in Heartstopper, they’re just not main characters. The only (canonically) cishet person we really follow narratively is Tao, but cishets are everywhere in the series. They’re just not the focus. Besides, all the queers conglomerating (by accident and on purpose) is extremely realistic… as any queer person can tell you.
Heartstopper centers queerness, which people find strange because they’re used to media that centers cisheteronormativity. The series just orbits around queerness. But it most definitely does not erase cishets- they’re simply not the focus. Like queerness is in every other series.
what was i made for?
“ophelia” by john everett millais but it’s barbie and for the sake of this concept let’s pretend that there is in fact water in barbieland
Sunset in June... at Willow Lake
Every time I move forward I feel I am somehow always pushed back to the start. Am I doomed to repeat? Am I destined to forever reach and never grasp? I am full of hope I do not want to it to go to waste. I am determined to grow.
this is so fucking insidious
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by chasingtheshiftinglight
Champion Fall Out Boy - Mania
Really fresh peaches. – Guest Submission
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Entertaining friends at my new apartment. – Guest Submission
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I hope there's something good waiting in my future
I want to leave but I know that I can never come back to this, here, right now. What a scary thought
a haunted house is the memory of your ex-friend’s home that you know like the back of your hand but will never step foot inside again
✨ So Much (For) Phoenix ✨
📸 Elliott Ingham
Baltic Coast by Konrad
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I miss my childhood, in the sense that I want things to be simple again. It's weird to see nostalgia videos of when I was growing up. But I also see them for decades before I was born, and sometimes I wonder if my mom wishes for childhood too. Probably.
Willow Lake & San Francisco Peaks ...at the end of golden hour. I went back to a somewhat better vantage point with my Sigma zoom at 220mm. Willow Lake is a reservoir in the Granite Dells in Prescott, AZ and the snow covered San Francisco Peaks are the remains of a dormant stratovolcano North of Flagstaff (about 65 miles NE).
by sashaelage
by Karádi Zita
why do I have to do it?
growing up, I was the responsible one, the reliable one, the one no one had to worry about too much. Mom was busy with work and my little brother and my dad was traveling for work (and cheating while doing so). I helped protect my family, saved my dog, babysat when needed, and comforted my mom when everything finally fell apart. My brother has always been headstrong and tends to lack any kind of initiative or foresight, so oftentimes I found myself picking up the slack-- I did his chores (or redid them, as they were often done poorly), I made him breakfast, etc. But I never complained, as it would only add to my mom's overflowing plate.
I couldn't complain about anything. It would only add stress to the family and my mom was already stretched thin, I couldn't make her feel bad. Trying to get my brother to help was a neverending battle that often ended with him not doing anything anyway.
Time goes on, new relationships, new living situations. I thought maybe something would change. My mom's new boyfriend, while miles and miles better than my father, still doesn't offer too much help. Yes, he helps, but there's no initiative and it's almost like... He doesn't exactly know how to be an adult yet. Who does? But please try.
I visit home. I'm tired. Why do I have to remind the bf and my brother to do things like empty the dishwasher? Why do I have to remind people to get Xmas presents for my mom? Why do I have to monitor my brother and his friend bc of my brother's unwise decisions? Why do I have to sneak my dogs around because the bf's mom, who lives with us, can't be bothered to help her own dogs? Why do I have to make sure Oreo is taken care of, yet my brother swears he loves her and that she is his dog? Why can't I vent about this new house not having space for me without my mom getting upset? I'm not upset with my mom, I just need to air out my frustrations. I'm always there for my mom of course. I'm always there to support her. But why do I have to hear it all and then be unable to do the same without guilt?
I find myself complaining to my friends sometimes. I hate that because I feel that all I do is complain to them, and who wants to be friends with someone who does that? Plus, like I said, I don't hate my mom. She's fucking amazing and was just dealt an unfair hand. But I don't like being the caretaker. Leave me alone.
I hate having to help with bills when I can barely afford my own. My physical and mental health is declining. I find myself hating my brother. I can't talk to anyone about this.
I want to sleep.