...... if I had been told someone had been yelling "fix my life!" at trees in a park, my first suspect would be you
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Imagine that one day as you're walking on a hot sunny path, your hat jumps off your head and lands into a muddy ditch. And you look at your muddy hat and ask it: "What did you do that for?"
"I don't want to be a burden anymore", your hat answers. "You are always carrying me around, and I can't carry you. That's not fair."
"I don't mind carrying you, little idiot", you tell your hat, "you hardly weight anything at all, and you shelter me from the sun."
"But that's different", your hat protests. "I don't mind the sun scorching on me. That happens anyway. It's literally no trouble for me to shade you too."
"Just the same it's no trouble for me to carry you. But now, because you wanted to stop inconveniencing and bothering me, I am now hatless and you are in the dirt."
they should have google maps but for searching things like "beautiful old oak tree near me", "cool, refreshing creek near me", etc. you see my vision
Reading the Cemetaries of Amalo books 10+ years after The Goblin Emperor and it's nice to see that Katherine Addison has not lost the touch for crafting 1. lush, gorgeous worldbuilding 2. the saddest guys to ever be born in a wet paper bag all alone
Minor in the overall scale of various Institutional Indignities happening to Thara Celehar, but I keep getting stuck on the fact that he doesn't have a uniform allowance. At least once a book so far he gets his only decent clothes shredded fighting evil ghosts on the job and he's like "damn how am I going to pay for this" do you think maybe the people asking you to fight evil ghosts could help?
your life is not an optimization problem
as in you'll never achieve the perfect daily routine, sleep schedule, coping mechanisms, mannerisms, fashion sense etc. even after years and years of healing and improvement and self-discovery. you will never be so good at life that you manage to utilize every waking moment. its great to be productive and all but sometimes you'll suck ass. sometimes you'll take eight hours to be done with a twenty minute job. you'll prioritize the wrong thing. you'll sleep for 12 hrs just to avoid being awake. you'll relapse. and you'll relapse again. you'll forget to turn in the assignment. you'll order too little food. life is far too large and complex for you to even experience it completely, much less try to make sense of and control it. you can't. please give up on that and be at peace with the hours you lose. they are not separate from your life.
Kid today (probably like 6 years) came up to me and was like "teacher teacher what's your name" and i was like "asha :) also im not a teacher" and he was like "okay asha asha asha I need help" and i was like "okay buddy what's wrong" and he showed me this chunk of metal he'd found sitting in the sun that he was just carrying around and it was super sharp and super hot from the sun and he was like "my hand hurts :(" and i was like "ok. put that down. does it still hurt?" And he did and was like "no." and then he picked it up again and immediately went "my hand hurts :(" again and then I was like "kid. put that down and stop touching it" and he was like "ok but when I touch it my hand hurts :(" and i was like "Please Just Stop Touching That. If you dont touch it your hand won't hurt" and this went on for like another 2 minutes before i got him to realize that if he stopped touching the metal it would not hurt. Kids are so fucking weird man
Comments that make me realize this kid is probably what I sounded like to my therapist when complaining about the consequences of all my bad habits
Black Oystercatcher (Haematopus bachmani), parents with chick and egg, family Haematopodidae, order Charadriiformes, Oregon Coast, USA
photographs by Susan Lambert Bird Alliance of Oregon
grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode
If organized inceldom had originated on tumblr it never could have gotten traction because the grievances of those guys would be utterly mystifying to anyone else. "Women are unreasonable whores won't even look at you unless you're Thomas Cromwell". Puzzling and immediately dismissed, no indulgent NYT hear-them-out pleas
