U Wanna Pet That Dawg?

i broke a nail at work on tuesday, then got nausea and hot flashes and peeled the skin off my hand sliding down the wall, and the next day cut another finger. i am she. she is me. we are one.

I hurt my back pretty reasonably at work today and unfortunately I couldn’t stop laughing because my first thought was “workplace injury barbie”

Unknown Artist - Angel Crying. 1465 - 1470

i’ll feel my throat start getting thick and the embarrassment alone makes me start crying so then i just have to leave

the fact that this is on my dash makes me feel like the government is listening

exactly except this is lowkey a problem also def 60% of why i’m so fcked up

Haruki Murakami

i have had to put great work into not trying to be bob the builder for a man that doesn’t even realize he’s the problem. it’s one thing for them to acknowledge they’re fucked up. after that they need to realize that they don’t have to be a reflection of the pain that was caused to them. i can deal with cold and standoffish, i can’t deal with lashing out at the slightest threat to their strong-face.

“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.

aye US got silver and gold in skeet shooting tho

naturally

the most important thing is to be snuggly in bed