Royal-sorokin - °Dimitri°

Caption printed over two photos of thee baby deer huddled together in the grass: It’s baby deer season, which means you may come across one (or more!) fawns hiding in the grass. They look completely abandoned and alone, and you might think you need to save them.

In fact, mother deer know an adult deer standing in one spot all day gives away her baby’s position to hungry predators, but alone a baby deer is nearly invisible. Mother deer leave their fawns alone for four or more hours at a time and only return to feed them before leaving them safely hidden again. Even if it seems the fawn has been alone all day, its mom is almost definitely coming back! If she doesn’t, another mother may adopt the orphaned fawn. Please leave them alone! Every year wildlife offices and animals rescues get hundreds of calls about “abandoned fawns.” Even worse, people (illegally) take these fawns from their mothers, thinking they are doing the right thing! Please reblog, repost, and educate your family and friends! The fawns and their mamas will all appreciate your effort!! Thank you!

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You want some serious old fart advice? Never, ever lend your friends more money than you think you can lose permanently. I don't fucking care if they say they'll pay you back. I don't care how small the amount is. Write that shit off as gone in your mind. It will eat at you forever if you don't.

Some people say the same thing about family, but I think it applies more to friends. Family is (usually) held together by obligations the way friends aren't. And money is a huge stressor in all kinds of relationships, not just romantic.

I'm not saying this to bum you out. I'm telling you because this is not something you want to learn on your own. Because it fucking sucks to realize it's one reason you're no longer friends, whether you were necessarily aware of it or not.

When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere. 

Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.

The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay. 

Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.

my brother started calling our cat "doobie brother" which he then lengthened to "dubious brother" and has since morphed into "brother dubious" like he's some sort of fucked up little monk

Imagine my shock as a neurodivergent teen when I first realized that using large vocabulary and eloquent speech doesn't make you less likely to be misinterpreted, rather it adds an entirely new layer of misinterpretation I had never even realized existed in the form of people thinking you're being snobbish or condescending when you're just trying to be specific

All I ask is for you to start a Cult in my name. Do we have a deal?

Black cats waiting to be auditioned for a horror film, 1961.

Photograph by Ralph Crane.

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