When I offer a bag to a customer they usually say like ‘if you have one, that would be great’ and I’m always struck by how bizarre of an offer it would be if I didn’t have one. Like.
“Do you want a bag?”
“Yes, if you have one, that would be great :)”
“I don’t. How does it feel to want :)”
that daughterhood feeling of wanting to blame your mother for how you turned out, wanting to be angry at her for how you’ve inherited her pain and her insecurities, but at the same time wanting to keep coming home to her, out of everyone else in the universe, because you know that if there’s anyone who might be anything like you–if there’s anyone who might even have a clue of what it’s like to be you–it could only be her. and no matter how many times you’ve hurt each other, no matter how difficult it might be to get her to truly see you, you still just want her to love you as you are, to tell you that this isn’t your fault, and to show you that she would keep letting you come home to her.
kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.
i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."
goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'
"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.
behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."
"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."
"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."
later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."
she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.
the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?
i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.
but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.
each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".
but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.
this is just beautiful from beginning to end
something about this is so telling. so evocative to me in a deeply disgusting way.
this is beyond wasteful. this is beyond straight-to-landfill technology. this is designed to be a little novel tech that people buy, don't use, break, then dump. the gold used for chipsets. the electricity used to keep it running. the data of when you wash your hands sold to servers, alongside whatever else you talk to alexa for. the countries in the global south bled for the lithium for batteries to power this thing, hundreds of thousands of lives actively made worse for the industry that allows this to exist.
a soap dispenser. a poem in suffering
an unsustainable world powered by clean hands
“i’ll admit that my main problem with this is that i haven’t asked”
submitted by @cornandcoconutsoup
Original text for context
op this provides no context
actually YOU are dust and to dust you shall return. not me though im different
im non biodegradable nonedible glitter and im wreaking havoc on the environment
1) Circus Princess. She’s a clown but also a ringleader. Her castle is a circus tent. Some of her citizens could be balloon animals.
2) Shark Princess. Lot of teeth. Wears swim trunks. Her top may or may not be an old plastic bag
3) Wax Princess. Made of wax.
4) Sock Princess. A puppet on Ice King’s hand. Sounds like Ice King doing a bad falsetto voice. Ice King goes around convincing everyone that their relationship is getting pretty serious, that they’re really compatible. Absolutely no one believes him, but everyone goes along with it. Eventually Jake gets frustrated and whacks Sock Princess off Ice King’s hand, only to reveal that she has been a real princess the whole time. Everyone feels bad about it. (maybe: Ice King is also surprised. He thought he WAS trying to fool everyone)
5) Pottery Princess. She is made of ceramic and is very shiny. Would make twinkly ceramic sounds when she moves and walks. She can create new pottery people on a wheel. One citizen could be a lumpy finger pot, just a silly little guy.
6) Cowboy Princess and Deputy Cactus. They are girlfriends. Live in the Cowboy Kingdom. Lot of cowboys and cactus people there. I just realized I didn’t finish writing “mohawk” in my drawing
7) Birthday Princess. She is the go-to gal for throwing the ultimate birthday parties. Her hair could be made of streamers? It’s her birthday every day. Finn and Jake bring her gifts every time they visit (this stresses Jake out). Finn and Jake could help her with something, and she gives them a gift as thanks. It’s the same gift Jake got her and she just regifted it.
this came to me in a vision
why did he say this
happy we’re just normal men wednesday
Mods are asleep post trans ally eminem
This is incredible…
thursday again in only two days. theyre not even trying to hide it
I really appreciate how every week I reblog this, a different person interacts it. Tuesday light me up speaks to all of us at different times.
being an adult is just saying to yourself “this is the weekend i’ll clean my [x]” and then proceeding to not do that because it’s the weekend and you deserve to relax, goddamnit
why does this have 85K notes
because we reblogged it instead of cleaning our [x]
My contempt towards a brand is directly proportional to how often they interrupt my playlists.
No but seriously as I’ve gotten older I realize more and more that although white gays do face certain levels of oppression they are still white people.....like does that make sense?
Like yes a white lesbian has some form oppression against her but she’s still a white woman..... and the same thing for white gay men and white trans men and women like they’re still white !!!!!!
Like I don’t mean this in a rude way but like if we’re going to be honest about the lgbtq community we should also talk about how the white people in said community oppress poc and it doesn’t change just because they’re in a minority group they’re still white people
And like personally I’ve seen that white lgbtq ppl hate when you bring up that their still white because they’ve separated themselves in their mind as being better but they’re still white!!!
Hello white people should definitely be looking at this and reblogging it lmaooo
