hey don’t cry. spiro the bald eagle failing at catching a crab, okay?
crybaby learns how to swim - subtitled
ALWAYS REBLOG THE EGGSEAL
in times of trouble, eggseal comes to me
speaking words of wisdom:
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egg
yeah i turned your boyfriend into an unreliable narrator. sorry. yeah, he's exaggerating aspects of the story to cast himself in a better light. he's obscuring the narrative he doesn't want to think about. he's misrepresenting others to further his own ends. yeah, i think he's doing it as some sort of emotional defence mechanism. his story cannot be trusted. sorry.
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it always sucks in romances when characters aren't active participants in their own relationship or attraction. when it's always "why do i feel this way" and they can't name a single reason they like the love interest i'm like idk man i think you should get out of there maybe.
at some point if you're going too hard on the Genuine Confusion and the character having no clue why they're doing anything they're doing or why they even like the other party it's like. I think you were cursed by a wizard. or an author, which is something similar. it becomes something akin to The Narrative Has Mandated That This is A Love Story and Therefore I Must Be In Love rather than like. a convincing romance between parties who care about each other
it's always hard to get to sleep when you stay up past the "old world dying" part of the night and have to sleep through the sounds of the new world struggling to be born. like aagggh fuck it's the time of monsters again, god damn it
He should have a parenthesis around the 230-220 or else in the order of operations would default to 220x0.5, thus making the equation 230-110=120
that's the joke actually!
"5!" with the exclamation point is a factorial, so 5!=5x4x3x2x1=120
#ah. you are mother fucker?
when you go from a bad situation into a better one you may collapse exhausted and unsure what to do and full of grief, you may need time to regain the ability to do things as yourself or motivated by anything other than terror, you may need time to process or mourn or fall apart in ways you could not before,
and people may use this as proof that the old situation was better for you, proof that you need to go back, and it is not proof that it was better for you or proof that you need to go back
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It’s so incredibly common to “fall apart” when you’re finally safe. You no longer need to stay so tightly coiled in on yourself, you can finally leave survival mode and process your trauma. You’re not holding yourself up by sheer terror anymore and suddenly the damage that terror has done to you becomes immediate and obvious.
This is so important. Don’t go back. Things are already getting better, even if it doesn’t feel that way.
This is a documented phenomenon with abuse in particular. I’ve had a number of people ask me why they’re falling apart now after they’ve moved into a safer home, or they’re in a less dangerous area, or they’ve left an exploitative job, or they’re in a healthy relationship for the first time. Generally, it’s because they made that positive change.
When we’re still in the midst of crisis, we’re often too overloaded and physically/emotionally unsafe to really feel or process anything. So for most of us, everything gets pushed down/repressed/dissociated until later, when we’re safe and supported. The threshold of safety at which processing begins to occur varies from person to person. And the mental calculations used to determine “safety” usually happen on an unconscious level. Very few of us have the conscious thought “I’m safe now, so I can process what happened to me.” Instead, the subconscious realizes some level of safety has been achieved, and so it just dumps a load of suppressed stuff.
Sometimes, it’s contrast to past experiences that makes us realize something was traumatic at all. In such cases, it’s not that we’ve reached a level of safety and can thus begin to process, it’s that we finally have a basis for comparison to know that what went before was unacceptable.
Any time I go through a huge period of stress, I invariably get a massive migraine the day after the stress releases. It’s like my body is suddenly “okay, we can deal with this now.”
That’s normal. Take care of yourself now that you can.
just so my mutuals know, some of the stuff I reblog is for you specifically. good luck figuring out what.
type of animals in mud and Enjoying It Too
Who else #GoopedUp tonight!
wishing everyone a very #GoopedUp Wet Beast Wednesday
Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take this. Take this from me. Take this from me. Take this from me right now. Take it from me. Take it from me. Take it from me. Take it out of my fucking hands before I freak it out. Take it from me. Fuck this thing.
the lazy river at water parks was made to appeal to relaxing adults and possibly accidentally those who like to pretend to be otters, sharks and various water type pokemon
in addition to the fact that people just have different natural rhythms, a big reason why we can’t seem to go to bed as early as we “should” is that nighttime is, for many of us, our safest and most fulfilling time of day. we don’t have to work, we won’t be contacted by bosses or insurance companies or collection agencies or other suffocating life business… we’re likely only to be contacted by our friends, or by no one at all. night time is release; it’s ours. we can rest or recreate. we can do things we actually want to do. who would choose to cut that short?? just to usher in the next morning when our lives are not our own again? nighttime is precious and nothing could be more normal than the desire to embrace this
So, y’all remember that post that said animals in urban areas slowly became nocturnal to avoid encounters with humans? Apparently that includes humans.



















