i wish i could use sound on that

anonymous asked:

Is it wrong that I want to have headmates? Other personalities that could be interacted with without relying on other physical people. And having a headspace to retreat to when I get overwhelmed by something. It sounds like such a cool/interesting experience and I wish I could partake. Im sorry if this is at all offensive to anyone.. im just really curious about what it would be like. Who would i have? Popular fictives? Obscure references? Nobody knows.

i mean it is a cool experience but at the same time it’s really fucking difficult.

in our own personal experience, it takes a lot of time to get used to being a system. plus it comes with it’s own difficulties, like since i’ve gotten more headmates there’s been new phobias, more breakdowns and triggers because of more people, fights, drama with people outside the system from something another system member did, constant dissociation, and a lot more. 

like i know that it seems cool to have headmates but there are a lot of problems with it too. and don’t get me wrong, i love my headmates and i wouldn’t integrate for the world but being a system for the sake of it being cool or wanting to belong in the community or whatever is kiindaaaa eh. (and no this is not hating on endogenic systems so gatekeepers fuck off)

What is Meditation About Anyway?

As meditation enters the mainstream, it can often be distorted into various forms. This leads to certain confusions regarding what meditation is and isn’t. The following post is not a judgment on other practices one might engage with their attention but it is meant as a means of clarification. 

What Meditation Is Not

  • Meditation is not about zoning out. 
    • I can’t tell you how many people have said to me, “Yeah I should meditate more, I could really use some time to just zone out, you know?”
  • Meditation is not a trance state. 
    • Many assume meditation is about entering a specific state. 
      • That may be a state of peace, a state of love, a state of bliss, or a state of sleep. 
  • Meditation is not a guided journey. 
    • Guided meditations can be useful in their own way but I wish people would find a better word than “meditation.”
      • Guided contemplation may be more fitting. 

What Meditation Is

  • Meditation is about focusing your attention. 
    • That sounds like work, doesn’t it? Whenever we are told to focus, it seems like a shitty time. 
      • But does someone need to tell you to focus when you are watching your favorite TV show?
      • Does someone need to tell you to focus during sex? (I hope not.)
      • Does someone need to tell you to focus when you’re savoring a delicious meal?
    • The kind of focus meditation practices is the same focus we engage when we are wholly present and engaged in what we are doing. 
      • At first this may feel like work because you are focusing without the enjoyable objects to focus on. 
      • Soon you discover that there is bliss and happiness in the act of focusing itself. 
  • Meditation is about the absence of tension. 
    • You could call this relaxation but remember that focus is at play here too. 
      • Often people see relaxation as being the absence of the need for focus. 
    • During meditation you are both relaxed and focused. 
      • I think of this as focus without tension. 
      • Typically when we focus, it is intense and there is a degree of “pressure” behind the energy of focusing. 
      • In meditation, we are calm but we are also focused. 
  • Meditation is the practice of patience. 
    • Patience and peace are one. 
      • Patience in its purest form isn’t about waiting for the future but rather not measuring the present against the future. 
      • Then you can actually be patient. 
      • Time carries you onward regardless, being patient means being present with the flow of time. 
  • Meditation is about becoming acquainted with formlessness. 
    • There are many meditation techniques. Focusing on a certain spot on the body, focusing on breathing, focusing on images, focusing on mantras. 
    • Eventually your focusing becomes focused on focus. Awareness of awareness rests in awareness. 
    • As you practice more, you use less technique. That comes with experience. 
    • The more formless your meditation, the more continuous it becomes. 
      • Eventually it doesn’t depend on eyes open or eyes closed, on body sitting or body standing, on mind thinking or not-thinking, and so on. 

That’s just, like, your opinion, man. 

It is. I’m not saying all of this because it is permanently true and anything else doesn’t count. I am stating this to help clarify what is a meditation practice and what is practice for meditation. Hopefully it was helpful. 

Namaste :)

Big Hero 6   {Sentence Starters}

  • “I am not fast.”
  • “Unbelievable…”
  • “It is alright to cry.”
  • “I can’t lose you, too!”
  • “I have some concerns.”
  • “Why is he trying to kill us?”
  • “Does it hurt when I touch it?”
  • “Um, why are you trying to kill us?”
  • “Crying is a natural response to pain.”
  • “Takes a lot more than this to rattle me.”
  • “Oh, I just stubbed my toe a little. I’m fine.”
  • “There are no red lights during car chases!”
  • “Wow, that is both disgusting and awesome.”
  • “This won’t change anything. Trust me. I know.”
  • “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?”
  • “I just wish I could share my accomplishments with you.”
  • “I heard a sound of distress. What seems to be the trouble?”
  • “I spilled wasabi on my shirt one time, people… ONE TIME!”
  • “WHEN are you going to do something with that big brain of yours?”
  • “Let’s not jump to conclusions. We don’t KNOW he’s trying to kill us.”
  • “You are gonna feel these things tomorrow, you know what I’m saying?”
  • “We didn’t set out to be superheroes. But sometimes life doesn’t go the way you planned.”
  • “Yeah, if I wasn’t terrified of heights, I’d probably love this. But I’m terrified of heights, so I don’t love it!”
  • “Well then, what about an invisible sandwich? Imagine eating a sandwich, but everyone just thinks you’re crazy!”
  • “If I could have any superpower right now, it would be the ability to crawl through this camera and give you a big hug.”

As a subtitler myself, I wish more companies understood the importance of english subtitles. It would literally make their give them more chances of making a group popular. Some of us do the job and help with the subtitles, but for smaller fandoms, it’s so hard because videos get blocked all the time, or you can’t give them the same exposure that a company could, or simply there’s not enough subbers. This might sound like a complaint, but I still think it’s important.

Bitty’s words echo in Jack’s ear. He might be a bit of a clueless idiot when it comes to relationships, as past evidence would show, but he knows that “can we talk” is almost never a good thing.

“A-about what?” Jack asks. He wishes now he’d listened to Bitty’s message before he called him, but there were so many missed calls he couldn’t just ignore it. And besides, Bitty sounds a little like he’s, well, crying.

“I’m just – I guess I had a bad day,” Bitty admits. “All the boys are over, Shitty even came down from Boston so we could all watch your game together. And they started talking about the rumours people used to have, y’know the ones, about how whether you and Parse were just friends, and…and it just – it hurts.”

Jack feels a little numb. He wants to drive up to Samwell right that second, but he knows he can’t. He’s got practice in the morning and then a game in the evening and so he can’t just drive the forty minutes to see his boyfriend, who is obviously hurting. Jack wants to, so badly, though. But he can’t jeopardize his career like that.

“We aren’t even friends now, you know that, right?” Jack says. He doesn’t like that Bitty’s jealous of Parse, even though he said he wasn’t back in August, but…

“No, honey, it’s not that,” Bitty says, and he sniffs again. “It’s – it’s the sneaking, and the lying, and the not being able to tell anyone about the fact the most amazing guy I’ve ever had the pleasure to know is in love with me and I love him right back and we’re together and happy when we are, and I can’t tell anyone.”

To Jack, who has never been big on confiding in anyone, this is a foreign concept. But Bitty sounds like he’s in so much pain, and Jack just wants to…well practice isn’t until ten. If he leaves right now, he can get to Samwell and back in the morning with a reasonable amount of sleep. Right?

“Bits, I’m gonna come up, okay?” Jack says, grabbing his keys and jogging down the stairs to the garage. “Just – I’ll be there in half an hour. We can stay on the phone, okay?”

“No, sweetheart, you don’t have to–”

“You’re hurt,” Jack says. He doesn’t mean to put a captain’s bark into it, but it happens anyway. “I’d do the same thing if you’d taken a bad check.”

“Oh sugar,” Bitty says. For a moment Jack thinks he’s going to tell him not to, but he doesn’t. Instead he sighs. “I dropped a pie.”

Jack feels the pain like a physical vice. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, being with Bitty the way he wanted – needed – to be with Bitty, but he never meant for it to actually hurt. It was love, right? It wasn’t supposed to be painful.

“Oh Bits,” he hears himself breathe. Bitty just sniffs in response.

“Why don’t – how about while you drive you just tell me about your game,” Bitty suggests. “And we can talk more when you get here.”

Jack agrees, although he doesn’t really want to talk about his game, and sets the phone on speaker on the passenger seat. The traffic’s good and he gets to Samwell earlier than he thinks he was going to. He parks in front of the Haus and sees Shitty’s car.

“Are you still in your room?” Jack asks.

He hears Bitty shift, like he’s getting off his bed.

“Yeah, are you outside?” he asks. Jack agrees and hears Bitty come down the stairs. This is possibly the second most impulsive thing Jack has ever done, but he thinks he’ll regret it about as much as he did the first most impulsive thing – that is to say, not at all.

“Who’s in the living room?” Jack asks.

“Uh, Lardo, Shitty, Ransom, Holster, and Nursey,” Bitty says.

All people Jack trusts. Which is good. It’s very good.

“Okay,” Jack says. “I’ll see you in a few seconds.”

He hangs up and opens the front door of the Haus. Bitty is just inside, in plain view of the people in the den. Jack ignores all of their excited clamouring at his presence, their joy over his game, and pulls Bitty into a bone crushing hug. Bitty returns it a little too tentatively for Jack’s liking. Especially since Bitty’s got red eyes and keeps sniffing. Jack is well aware of the others streaming out of the living room when he cups Bitty’s face.

“Hi honey,” he says, and he kisses Bitty, right there in front of them. Because it’s the Samwell Men’s Hockey team, and he might have graduated, but they’ve still got his back.

softer world sentence meme.

❛ i miss doing nothing with you. ❜
❛ when i look at you all i can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. ❜
❛ i wish being a good person could erase the bad things i’ve done. ❜
❛ everyone you love will eventually die. but sure, go have another nap. ❜
❛ if we couldn’t carry our dead inside us, we would be empty. ❜
❛ when live gives you lemons take the lemons and be thankful you got anything. ❜
❛ i don’t know how to make things right. so i’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong. ❜
❛ if you can’t stand the heat, stay out of hell. ❜
❛ there’s two ways we can do this. the easy way, or i cut you. ❜
❛ the hospital sounds restful. i could use a rest. ❜
❛ I’m in love with the you I wish you were. ❜
❛ you and i were meant to be together, even if we weren’t meant to be happy. ❜
❛ sometimes i want to ruin my whole life so i can start over without feeling guilty. ❜
❛ the only thing we leave behind when we die is fear. ❜
❛ i wonder what kind of person i’d be if i didn’t worry so much about what kind of person you wanted.  ❜
❛ even monsters are welcome when your home feels empty. ❜
❛ ah, unrequited love. when your best isn’t enough. ❜
❛ love is a drawer for knives to rust in. ❜
❛ there’s no silence worse than the silence of a friend. ❜
❛ looking at you is like looking in a mirror except i like what i see. ❜
❛ when my cage is by the window i can see the sun. ❜
❛ my body is a temple and there’s another funeral today. ❜
❛ infinity does not have your picture in its locker. ❜
❛ i have never seen them scared before. ❜
❛ you can’t get any further away before you start coming back. ❜
❛ nobody grows tired of something they can’t have. ❜
❛ there’s a lot that can go wrong in a life. ❜
❛ i was lost until i found you. now i’m lost and on the run from the cops. ❜
❛ happiness is not a house where you can live. ❜
❛ when they look back on their lives, they’ll smile. ❜

anonymous asked:

'If I was' or 'If I were'?

Oh gosh, I had to look this one up! I’m a native English speaker so I tend to go with what sounds right!

Both are correct, though at different times! Verbs have moods, one source says! From what I gather, were is used when something is currently not true. If you wish for something, or you are placing doubt on the second half of the sentence, it’s more appropriate to use ‘were.’

I wish I were better at lacrosse.

If I were in charge, then this wouldn’t have happened.

If I were older, I could go to the dance

Then, it stands to reason, that you use ‘was’ when something was true.

I was a star player.

I was in charge.

I was younger when I couldn’t go to the dance.

So I’d say that if you use ‘if’ you should use ‘were!’

If you’d like to do your own research, here are some sources! (X) (X) (X)


I know it doesn’t make much sense and it sounds like whining, but I wish a female warden could have used blood magic to get Morrigan pregnant for the Dark Ritual ending. It just seems wrong to pressure Alistair into having sex with her. My warden’s always the one who makes the ultimate sacrifice (since I can never keep Alistair’s approval positive and it feels like he wouldn’t mind her getting herself killed), so she’s always saving her own skin by making Alistair impregnate Morrigan.            

Everyone always says that the first thing you’ll forget is the sound of their voice, but that.is.a.lie. Because when it’s so early in the morning that the sun is just beginning to grace the day with its presence and my thoughts so loud that i can’t breath it’s your voice that’s haunting me. The way you said my name is causing the tears to fall from my eyes because it’s all I can hear anymore. I wish I could forget how your voice sounded when it was 4am and I couldn’t sleep. I just wish I could forget you and everything you left behind.
—  4am

I like how Judai is blowing on his cards to dust them off after they fall on the ground. Maybe that’s how Yugi could tell that he’s a special duelist, because he clearly cares about his cards.

I wish they would have let us see Yugi’s face though. I guess maybe the animators were afraid that if they tried to make him look more grownup then he might end up looking too much like Atem? He still definitely sounds like Yugi though, just his voice is a bit more mature than it was in DM.

anonymous asked:

I have a hard time focusing on one project. I usually jump from project to project without completing anything. Right now I'm working on three stories at once and limiting myself to just those 3 and it's working better but I wish I could focus better

Focusing on One Project

I used to be guilty of this myself, and at the time, I thought I had a great idea to keep me focused on each project equally. I assigned each project a day of the week, and I would only work on that project on that day. Then, I’d have a “free day” where I could work on whatever I wanted. If this sounds appealing to you, give it a try! It unfortunately didn’t work for me  :-\

But I’m pretty sure the reason it didn’t work was because I wasn’t equally invested in each project, which meant that equal time each week wasn’t proportionate to my writing interests. One week I might be really into Project A, and the next week I didn’t even want to look at it. I discovered that while I bounced around a lot, it wasn’t because I was super excited about all three. It was because I lost steam with one, and rather than spinning my wheels, I’d use my time to work on something else. It’s not a terrible strategy, but it doesn’t really solve the problem of finding focus. 

Before I give you suggestions on how to work on only one project, let me preface it by saying that there’s nothing wrong with working on three at a time. You write the way that creates the most enjoyment for you. If you enjoy each of these projects, then work on all three! There’s no rule saying you can’t write three stories at once. You also might find that as you’re writing, one story will eventually emerge as your favorite, and you’ll neglect the other two while your muse is busy working. Let it happen organically. As long as you’re writing, you’re moving forward. Let yourself be surprised by which direction you end up going. 

If, however, you really, really want to focus on one, then read on.

Start training yourself bit by bit. 

Try the strategy I mentioned at the beginning of the post. Assign each project a day of the week, or two days if you feel up to the task. You might even use one day to outline what you plan to write, and then write it on the second day. Break up your week however it works best in your schedule, but try to keep time spent on your projects divided up evenly. 

Try this for about a month, and then extend the period you’re working on each. Assign each project a whole week during the month, and on that project’s assigned week, you can only work on that project. And work includes both planning, outlining, writing, and editing. If you do happen to get a random idea for Project C during Project A’s week, definitely jot it down. It’ll give you a jumping off point when Project C’s week arrives. 

Again, try this for a while, maybe 2 or 3 months. And then challenge yourself to only work on one project for one whole month. This whole process of training your brain to focus could take up to a year, but most likely during that year, you’ll wind up choosing one project that really ignites your interest, and this whole schedule will go out the window as you focus intensely on that one project. 

If you find yourself dropping projects and adding new ones during this process, that’s totally fine. But if you do add new projects, make sure you’re replacing one. Try to keep yourself to only three.

Anytime we want to train ourselves to do something, we start by doing it in baby steps. Start by focusing on one project for a couple a days, then a week, then a month.

Turn three projects into one. 

If you’ve got three projects that are all holding your attention, then you could attempt a story smash. Take all three and try to combine them into one story. Depending on how different the three are, this could be a huge challenge, but potentially worth your time. 

  • Take one of your characters and have them step into a scene of one of your other stories. Don’t forget where the character is coming from; bring their experiences and their background into the story they’re visiting. If things seem awkward, send them home. Keep trying this until one of your characters seems at home, and then see if you can bridge the two stories together. 
  • If one of your stories currently lacks a climax, then take one of the climaxes from one of the other projects and have them share. By making the climax of Project A the same climax as Project B, it becomes a new challenge to drive Project A towards this unexpected conclusion. You might have to borrow plot points and even characters from Project B. 
  • If you’re writing vastly different projects, like a realistic novel and a fantasy story, you can still smash these together. Have one of the characters of your realistic novel discover the fantasy world. What happens when they cross into it? 

Figure out what’s stopping you.

Keep a journal and record which project you’re working on during each session. Whenever you switch to another project, explain why in your journal. If you’re in a particular mood, describe it. If you’re stuck on your plot, write what concerns you have. If a character is annoying you, tell them how they could stop annoying you (yes, tell them, as in, address the journal entry to your character).

What you’re basically doing is putting an obstacle between switching projects, making it more difficult to do so. You’re also identifying the reasons why you don’t want to work on the other project, and in describing the problem, you might end up forcing your brain to devise solutions. 

You also might find that it’s not so much problems on Project A that are making you want to switch, but rather excitement in Project B. If that’s the case, explain what characters or scenes you’re anxious to work on in Project B, or you’re simply “in the mood,” see if you can identify why. What happened during your day that might have triggered it? 

Regardless of what happens, write what you want to write. Your ideas might seem unfocused now, but if you keep at it, I think you’ll eventually find the ideas and characters you’re truly passionate about. You just need some time to experiment in different sandboxes for a while. 


My struggle at the moment...

I’m looking at Slytherin Robes on like every site possible… and I have money to buy them but I could use that money to buy food and also I hate spending money XD ahhhhh I sound so bratty but like it’s my dream to own Slytherin robes… Also I kind of want to plan a trip to Universal Studios and buy them there. It would feel more… real? XD


(In the second picture, Ethan is hugging us, all of these are pictures that are more near the end of the live stream.)

Ethan, from @crankgameplays just finished a livestream. It only lasted about ten minutes, but I didn’t know what to expect from it, but he said stuff that really mean a lot to me as a fan.

He admitted that since there now over 200,000 on the channel, he was never going to remember all of our names or all of our faces or ever actually going to meet some of us. And honestly it gets me down as well that I’ll probably never meet Ethan and even if I do, he would soon forget me. And it sounds bad how I say it, but he can’t help it. He wishes he could remember all of us.

I haven’t been subscribed to Ethan for the longest of times. Only for the past couple of months, but Ethan has this amazing passion for videos. And he cried as he said how much he loved us and cared and of how important we are to him.

Ethan, thank you for caring about me and everyone else. You just have to know that we don’t really expect that you’ll respond to our comments, tweets, Tumblr messages, fan art, fan games, etc.. we just want to show that we love you. And we might just love you even more than you love us. I already love you and I’ve only been subscribed to you for 3 months! I hope you feel better, have a good night.

And to the Cranky Crew, thank you for making me feel welcomed. You guys are so nice and I can tell that you really do love Ethan and care about him. Probably even more than I do. But thank you and I hope we can grow even closer and a community.

Just everyone thank you.


“Wherever I go, I’ll always see you. You’ll always be with me. And there’s no happy ending coming here, no way a story that started on a night that’s burned into my heart will end the way I wish it could. You’re really gone, no last words, and no matter how many letters I write to you, you’re never going to reply. You’re never going to say good-bye. So I will. Good-bye. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being you.” ― Elizabeth Scott, Love You Hate You Miss You

A letter to my son

To my newborn:
My darling son, my firstborn, my Muhammad. This is your mother, writing to tell you that you are the calmness of her soul, the light of her life, the apple of her eyes. For nine months I carried you, felt you moving inside me, talked to you as you grew in my womb. As much as I waited and prepared for you, in all of my imagination, I could not have anticipated how it would be to bring you into this world. I used to read the Quranic verse describing how Mary in the pangs of labour cried out ‘I wish that I had died before this’. I used to wonder of Mary, patient Mary, saying this. Now I understand. There is no pain like it. It is indescribable, unthinkable. It terrifies me now to remember those 25 hours. But then they placed you on me and you squeezed your eyes tightly shut in the bright light and you cried the sweetest sound that I had ever known. That moment was the best of my life. In an instant, I was moved by a love that knew no bounds - a fire, an ocean without end. I knew in that moment that I could live and die for you, that I would protect you with a fierceness I never knew, that you were a part of me without which I was no longer whole. Your beautiful long fingers curling round mine, your pursed pink lips, and those big beautiful eyes looking up at me. Your perfect perfect feet. The way you ball your fists in your mouth and try to eat my cheek when you are hungry. The way you wrinkle your forehead and your giant yawns. The way you are always surprised and bewildered when you hiccup. Mashallah and alhamdulillah and subhanallah for you my love. Each expression, each sound moves my heart. You whimper and I jump from the deepest and sweetest of sleeps, something I have so very little of now. Yesterday I took you to hospital and watched as you cried in pain and it tore me to pieces. May you never suffer again my love, may your mother take all your pains for you. Even through the absolute exhaustion, all that I wish is for you to be happy, healthy, successful. May you be pious and intelligent and kind my son, always kind.
Remember always that your mother loves you infinitely. For you, a thousand times over. X

Today at the doctor’s office,
a little old lady was trying to ask one of the nurses a question
But she didn’t speak English
The nurse asked what language she spoke,
and she said Greek,
tripping over words that felt strange on her tongue
The nurse said he would get her a medical translator,
but the woman didn’t seem to understand
She seemed scared and alone and unsure

I wish I could say that I went over and held her hand and spoke to her in the language that lands softly on her ears like the sound of home
I wish I could say I told her what her appointment with the eye doctor would be like
I wish I could say I made her feel better
I wish I could say that there was no barrier between us

But I can’t say any of those things
Because I don’t speak Greek

To me, that is why I learn so many languages
I want to be able to help make scared people feel better
I want to end all barriers
I want to bring the world closer together

And one day
When I walk into a doctor’s office and see a scared old lady who doesn’t speak English
I will hold her hand and speak to her in the language that lands softly on her ears like the sound of home
I will tell her the things that she needs to hear to feel safe
I will make her feel better
And there will be no barrier between us

My heart's a mess.

“I could have chosen a different life
Settled down, made it work with a simple wife
Instead I’ve taken my days by the horns
And honey, that’s where my problems were born.

I could have slept in a moonless night,
Closed my eyes, denying a restless fight
But what I did was to gaze upon the dome,
Seeking desperately for something called home.

My heart’s a mess,

My heart’s a mess, and my wounds are burning.
I could use a kiss to appease the stinging
What do I care if I’ll ever be fine ?
I just need my rose, and all of its spines.

All I wish for is my mind to be resting
But the shifting tides keep heating my blood,
Every single thought appears to be bursting
Lord have mercy, I’m not far from a flood.

My heart’s a mess,

My heart’s a mess but my soul will flourish.
I have gladly traded soundness to grow quite foolish
A genuine smile will appear on my face,
Anyways, I’ve chosen to live by that pace.

And now, my rising sun would finally sparkle
Reviving my aching wit, warming every parcel
I might as well get out of that nervous cell
To seize my scarlet rose, honey, I would go through hell.” ~ @ouahibjalal


Suho: He was fine just a moment before so it came out of no where. He sounded so distraught, I wish I could’ve gone back sooner to be by his side when he needed me… I tried my best to comfort him, but doing it over the phone wasn’t good enough. Jongdae just got more upset, he even stopped using words and resorted to hissing and growling at me. He was still a little tense when I got home, behaving like an actual, pregnant cat and hissing when I got too close, but he eventually snapped out of it and clung to me like he usually does. I’ve… been a bad husband to him… But from now on, I won’t leave Jongdae’s side, no matter what.

The more time I spend learning ASL the more frustrated I get that, at the very least, fingerspelling and a few basic signs aren’t common knowledge. 

I mean, even if you don’t care about learning it in order to communicate with people who use it as their primary language, it’s just such a practical supplement to spoken language in every day life

Honestly, more and more I find myself in situations where I’m going “THIS WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER IF I WASN’T THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS BUILDING WHO KNEW EVEN A LITTLE BIT OF SIGN LANGUAGE”. I’ve wished I could just sign the name of the customer I’m talking to at one of my coworkers, or ask “Where’s ________?” to someone on the phone, or say something to someone across the room who’s testing a sound system and won’t be able to hear me even if I scream it, or sign a part number with lots of similar-sounding letters so I don’t have to clarify it five times and then just write it down anyway because it’s still wrong.

And just about everyone at some point is going to experience some degree of hearing loss, so it only makes sense to teach sign language from the beginning. It’s frustrating now to see people (including my grandmother) who struggle to hear what I’m saying, because hearing aids aren’t perfect, and they don’t even have the option of switching to sign because they never learned it, and nobody ever presents it as an option instead of/as well as hearing aids.

And I’m just here now going, if I’m frustrated by the fact that I can’t use it as a secondary form of communication when it’s inconvenient to speak, I can’t even imagine what it’s like for those of you out there for whom it’s your first/primary language. And I’ve seen first hand how ignorant and awful people can be on top of that, I would be so angry at people all the time honestly.