every week is

i feel like vilde is going to be that girl who like, knows she’s into girls when she graduates high school but then she gets to uni and takes her first women’s studies class and spends the whole term having a Revelation and that revelation is literally just holy shit i love women???? and not always in a sexual or romantic sense, but just reading all these incredible women writers and theorists, learning about all the amazing women who have broken ground in every field, rethinking all she’s ever known about history once she realizes the ways women and their contributions have been systematically erased and feeling all the pain and indignation for them, as well as all the pain and indignation she feels for herself that it took her this long to find out about it. just vilde finding a whole world of writing and of thought about women, written by women, focused entirely on women and their relationships with each other and the power contained there. and the more she learns, the more comfortable she starts to feel with expressing that she’s drawn to women, that she’s fascinated by them, that she thinks most everything they do is fantastic. and a lot of that is intellectual, but a lot of it also starts to loop back into what she’s still discovering about her sexuality and how much she loves like, the way women dress and how they smell and the sounds of their laughs and the shapes of their bodies and what they can do with them, and it’s all just like !! holy shit!! she loves women!!! more than she ever thought was possible, but every day she finds something new, and it’s amazing. women are amazing. w ow.

I haven’t visited our family’s “summer” cottage in ages… and this really is my happy place. I’m feeling more emotionally calm and relaxed than in months…

really can’t stress this enough every other week: If you like things you should listen to The Adventure Zone

No piece of like media has ever inspired me to create and to grow as a writer more than listening to the story of TAZ unfold.

I probably sound like a broken shitty record at this point, but I feel it constantly bears repeating because it is just so damn good.

A part of me is gone, and my heart is full

So I’m getting my Masters degree in counseling, and I work with many clients every week.

I had a final session with a client today. This person has a debilitating mental illness; this client is leaving our student clinic to see a specialist. Three months ago this was an impossibility. I did not cure this person, but I helped. I watched as medication transformed this person’s life over a number of months as they began to do more, feel more, and live, more.

This person shared themselves with me and was more honest with me than they are with most everyone in their life. They cried with me, and I’ve cried for them. The work was triggering in different ways. I felt powerless and debilitated and didn’t know what to do…likely because the client felt powerless and debilitated and didn’t know what to do in their own life.

I watched a person go from broken on the floor to picking up their own pieces. I do not claim that I helped, but I know I gave of myself during this process.

And now this person has walked out my door to continue their journey, and I realize there is a piece of me that I gave through this process. I will never get that piece back, and for that I feel mournful. I grieve for something I can never get back, and for the un-knowing that follows this realization.

But I am filled with gratitude and hope, I am confident this person will find the help that best suits them, and I am grateful for the opportunity to have shared this journey. I am confident to say that Therapy, both medical and interpersonal, helps.

And I am ever more confident that, maybe, I am doing the right thing. I write this for myself as part of my own process, but if you are reading this and wondering if there is help, or if there is a way to ease your burden, I can at least say there are people who are willing to try for you. I can’t claim a cure, neither can I promise a particular outcome, but there is hope.

73. Sansa Stark x Fem!Reader

Originally posted by queenofchaosandashes

Summary: You’re the Bolton heir betrothed to Sansa Stark. Everyone has their ideas about who you are and what this marriage will entail but none of them, not even Sansa know a thing about who you really are.

Notes: I don’t know how well this came out. I haven’t watched game of thrones since season 3 or 4 I can’t remember so lol hope you like it!

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Siobhan giggled, shaking her head. <<Yes, I know how old our daughter is, Bee>>, she pointed out. <<I wasn’t gonna let her go with the other girls. I would drive her. Or fly with her. And she wouldn’t have to go every week, either. It could be twice a month>>, she explained.

Ogebi continued to move frantically in her chair. <<What if she gets so focused on this she forgets everything else? What if she develops an eating disorder because this random French woman thinks she’s too fat?>>, she continued to worry.

Siobhan reached across the table, grabbing Ogebi’s moving hand in hers. <<Honey, you need to give Naji more credit. She is smart just like you, maybe even more. And she’s also loves pizza too much to let someone take it away from her>>, she responded, a soft smile on her lips.

1472miles-frommyheart-backhome  asked:

can i just say you two are the sweetest couple, i met my soon to be wife on tumblr four years ago we lived in the same country just two hours from one another we spent 11 months seeing each other once every two weeks i smiled so much at your youtube videos x

Aw this is so sweet congratulations on your soon to be wedding :)

RuView of S9

Just like I did for All Stars 2 I’m going to be putting out personal reviews of each episode of S9 (I’ll try to remember to tag spoilers but if I forget cut me some slack.). I will try to do fashion reviews every week if I can find HQ photos but for this first week I’m going to be putting out Fashion RuViews of S9 Promos & NYC Premiere looks. 

The one server who comes to the hostess stand as soon as she gets here and insists on getting the next “good tables.”

I always just nod and say okay, and resume regular rotation. If you work our dinner shift AND our late night shift (where you can auto-grat anyone after 10PM so you automatically make more than any other server who doesn’t have the late night shifts every week) I don’t care.

@mylifeasaserver what do you do when a server comes to the hostess stand talking about being given the next good tables?

The little victories are the days when you have the opportunity or chance to go look up how an abusive person is doing in life and yet you manage to not do so. 

They are not worth your time, not worth another whirlwind of PTSD, and not worth the emotions you’d spend: be it loving them or wanting to see that they’ve suffered. 

At first every hour is a victory, then every day, and then every week. 

Take your time back. Take yourself back as best you can. 

anonymous asked:

at the end of blue lily i was so excited to read trk like!! all these cool things how are they gonna come together!?? and then i read trk and,,,,,, blue is a tree i guess??? also glendor not being alive kinda felt like a "fuck you!" to the reader,,, idk i loved all the characters and was so excited for a good ending but then,,, it was just the end???? blue was a tree. and what the fuck happened to noah?? i still don't know who the main villain was and i read 4 books,,,,,,

okay tbh i was soo excited for trk like no joke my friend and i would freak out abt it at least once every other week bc we loved the characters so much and we couldn’t wait to see who gets to ask for a favor bc they could all ask for so many different things but then the dead king wasn’t there bc of course he wasn’t and i was so upset for so long. when noah left i cried like i genuinely sobbed bc he did’t deserve that not after everything that happened and he didn’t even get to say goodbye to anyone either time

the villains were: whelk, kavinsky, piper & greenmantle, neeve (?) tbh i’m pulling this outta my ass i dont know who the main villain was 

maura fucked a tree and no one said anything or found it odd

I had the sudden urge to draw them in Elie Saab dresses (x) (x) and I JUST—-

why do they look so good they’re illegal