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I hope posts like these are okay!
Because of some incidents that have happened in the past and my reclusive tendencies, as well as some personal problems I’ve been trying to overcome, I struggle with communicating with others. I usually stick to communicating with others on here through askbox messages and dash replies, but sometimes I talk to others on Skype (which can be extremely overwhelming for me sometimes). Despite this, there are people who know who I am and recognize me if my name comes up. Some of them even seem to LIKE ME, le gasp!
I can’t write a specific post for one person (well, I could, but he doesn’t have a Tumblr and the stuff I would talk about is extremely personal). I love and enjoy the company of all the people I’ve met so far, be it on my dash or on messenger. Everyone is just so…interesting and kind! I haven’t met anyone particularly mean on Tumblr personally yet. Sure, some people in the following list might think, “What? Why’d you mention ME? I’m a BUTT!”, but they’re not butts to me!
So here is a list of people here on Tumblr that I like! u///w///u
houseofgoose, ghost-bustier, mfb, roly-x, saofish, bloodymage, notthesquiddiestfish, snarkylittleshark, the-snow, super8ass, armaina (I don’t think I spelled their name right), askpranksterneighborjohn, kissyourneck-slitmythroat, wigmund….
gosh I can’t list them all and if I’ve missed someone, I’m sorry! please don’t take it personally! unu
Mom's Potato Soup.
Straight from my mom’s recipe book! It’s my favorite soup ever, and kicks chicken noodle soup’s butt for the position of “soup when I’m sick.” Thick, creamy, and absolutely delicious.
Makes about 5-6 servings. (Depending on soup bowl size and appetite!)
DAMN you're patient dealing with some of these questions. I commend you, I would have got fed up a long time ago.
I never really understood when people say “I’d have gotten fed up”, not that I’m saying anyone who feels that way is wrong but to me it just doesn’t make that much sense
because it’s like… I dunno, this is just how people are, they’re nosy and ask questions all the time especially about things they don’t understand, and it gets annoying to reiterate yourself yes but you have to be patient if you expect people to learn anything. The only way to get questions to stop is to teach.
Of course I don’t have to tell people things about myself, and I don’t for the most part I have privacy, but if I can extend the arm of understanding even a little bit in some way I will.
Patience and friendship help bring about change, yelling and getting mad at people for not understanding something you do just muddies the water.
Just what I think.
Kreacher's French Onion Soup
(Taken from The Unofficial Harry Potter Cookbook by Dinah Bucholz.)
houseofgoose started following you
Squawks and flutters filled the air around him as he turned his head. His face filled with terror as he realized what the sound always meant… the birds were back. He rushed inside to phone his family, his friends, to call someone who would so much as listen to his frightened cries. For a long time he had this… this phobia. As a child he would stare out his window and wonder what would happen if the migrating geese above him would just swallow him whole, or peck at him til his bones were clean. Although he knew at this age that they certainly wouldn’t swallow him, they were still liable to destroy him. Just look at how many there were. Hundreds? No. There must be THOUSANDS of these horrible monsters. And on this day, they had decided to take their rest stop atop his roof. He listened quietly, hoping he hadn’t truly heard the “thunk, thunk” smashing into his poor home. But it was exactly as he’d imagined… the geese covered his home. He cursed himself for having begun a stew only hours before that had filled the abode with such a wonderful aroma. That must be what was attracting them. He rushed to the window, the only one he found not covered by wings, by dinosaur-like feet, by a long, white neck with a snapping beak at the end. He opened it quickly enough to toss the stew… but not quickly enough to prevent a goose from wiggling its way into his home. It pecked at his arm and he screamed, falling backwards, unable to support himself. At least ten more quickly followed as the first continued to peck angrily at his arms, his legs. The geese weren’t hungry for stew. They were hungry for his flesh. As they began to peck, his screams were muffled by the birds surrounding him.
The neighbor children told the stories round the campfire for a quick laugh. All except one. The child who lived right next door to the deceased man watched as the geese had devoured him whole, right to the bone. He had seen it up close and personal, what these birds had done to this man. He had no idea why it had happened, but he didn’t want to discuss it. Not even with his parents, much less the other children. The truth is, flocks of geese are nothing to be trifled with.
Have you met Angus? Great artist, good friend. Seriously, you need someone to perk you up, mak you smile, you’ve found it. Need an awesome artist? Haha, he is right there! Oh, maybe you need to sit down and tlak to someone, look no further! Angus is awesome like that. Just plop down and talk to this person and he’ll be sure to listen and hug your troubles away. Angus is the best, and let nobody tell you otherwise!!