i know vitamin c basically neutralizes adhd meds but lemonade good
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Actually life is beautiful because the sound I make while trying to breathe around hot food sounds like my dog trying to eat an apple. When I yawn my cat tries to put his face in my mouth like a little dentist man and when he yawns I put my finger in his obligate-carnivore trapzone and we both know he will not hurt me. When I do not fold my clothes, they do not hold it against me.
I am demonstrably sad, and lonely, and full of fear. But there are other people who will hold my hand, who will point out the hawk overhead, who will give you That Look in a public place. The other day at a coffee shop a child said "look! It's snowing!" so all of us strangers went to go look out the windows. It wasn't the first snow and it won't be the last but wasn't it lovely, like that?
How wonderful to live in a world where birds and frogs both say beep! How wonderful to have an ocean of beautiful sharks with their dinosaur teeth! How wonderful the moon and her changing face, how wonderful the bees and their dancing to communicate, how wonderful shrimp and their forbidden layers of vision! How wonderful, you, and what you will give the world! The way we love things enough to spend entire blogs devoted to them? How people will let me explain my Pokemon team to them? How we will both jump at the scare in the movie, how we laugh so loudly, how it feels to give someone your baking? How wonderful to be alive. I am sorry for forgetting.
This is the process of getting better. With wonderful people and wonderful strangers and wonderful friends: I am getting better, slowly. Thank you, whoever you are. In some way, you've been wonderful, and left a wonderful place in the world to ripple out to me. In some small way - isn't it beautiful - I promise, you've been helping.
thinking about the last night furies again.
thinking about the bachelors who searched every corner of the earth for a mate. the ones who died in captivity, having not felt the sun in ages. the new-mates who were struck from the air together and died scared, angry, loving. those precious few who took their last breaths amongst family while the swan songs of their bloodline played outside, unaware. the babies who were poached. the families torn apart.
thinking about the last night fury, who never quite understood. who had always looked to the stars at night, wondering where his proud kind was, why they had not found their way to sanctuary like so many others. thinking about the last night fury, and his new-nest and his new-mate. his new sanctuary where his own swan songs play, speckled in white, half-him, half not. they are the closest to kin he has. and still, he waits. he calls. he searches.
they'll come. they'll come.
It is our duty as feminists to protect and respect women in Hijabs
Yet Lana has been glorifying abuse in her music for years and you're sleeping
Tumblr ads are getting increasingly incomprehensible, yet relatable.
Wait what app is that? How do you know your reading time?
Soo... how's that chapter going for you?
not done yet