talking with my mouth full

My dad is always telling me how I can’t ask people to stop making noises that trigger me if I sometimes make noises or do things that get on their nerves. For example, this morning I’m stirring my iced coffee quietly in the car (trying not to be annoying but ice) and he said “oh so you can do that but we’re not allowed to crunch loudly?!” These kind of comments used to make me feel really guilty because on the surface they make since, i can’t get mad at you for making noises if I do it too, but there’s a big difference here. I have an actual disorder that’s being triggered and he doesn’t. Even still, I try to be considerate of his feelings but I refuse to feel guilty for asking them to stop talking with their mouth full of food and crunching chips in my ear. It’s my disorder and I have every right to ask them to be considerate.

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A poem for my mother

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
But, Mama,
my mouth is always full of something.
I’ve always got fire to spit.
Tell me:
why shouldn’t we be razing these cities
carved from the spines of those
too bent over
to ever see the sun kiss the spires
they inspired?
You always tell me you were born
a ten-years too late protester.
I’m right on time.          

 “Keep your voice down!”
But, Mama,
there is so much left to say.
There are so many “thank you”s
(the most important of which belongs to you),
so many “I’m sorry”s
(the most important of which belongs to you).
Do not curse this voice
when you are the one
who taught it to speak.

 “Keep your hands to yourself.”
But, Mama,
how do I stop myself
from reaching out
when this world’s got so much to offer me?
I know it ain’t all pretty
but I will keep pushing my palms up
to grasp it.
Even when it stings.
Rain ain’t always warm
but it still manages to melt
everything.

 “Stand up straight.”
But how can I, Mama
when the galaxy is splayed across my shoulders?
Atlas ain’t around to support the sky no more.
He gave the job to you
after seeing the 1999
Las Vegas Polaroid
of a much-younger you holding
a much-younger me
as if I was the world.
Your smile in that photo,
half hidden by the white down
of my coat
and magnified on my own face
says this is easy.
Your smile today
says this is far from easy
but it is the closest thing to worth it.
You gave me the stars, Mama.
Someday I will ball up the heat of them
and forge my spine
into a lightning rod like the one which stands
in you.

 “Do as I say not as I do.”
But, Mama,
there is no better feeling
than that of my feet
filling your shoes.

@idiotforthehello

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Review :This was a wonderful piece and the message so clearly woven; it was beautiful.  I especially liked the ending. Well done. Keep writing! ❤

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Headcanon #1,180
  • On the Watch Tower, Bruce and Clark are arguing over something petty with a few leaguers watching them.
  • Batman: Why don't you just keep your fat mouth shut, Superman, and let someone with brains do the talking!
  • Superman: That's not what you were saying last night!
  • Batman: Because you know I don't talk with my mouth full, something you should learn since you be wanting to talk with my ass on your face.
funny story

so I was in like third or fourth grade and I was sitting at the lunch table with this friend of mine just eating my chicken nuggets. at the time I never understood why my mom had always told me not to talk with my mouth full, until I turned to my friend and started to say something about the homework. A chewed up piece of chicken nugget flew out of my mouth and straight into her eye, so for like five minutes she was sitting there screaming while some chewed up food sat literally on her eyeball, she was so traumatized that she had to go home. I was so humiliated I never had the heart to tell the teacher that it was me who made her go into hysterics

@pinupsgal0589re replied to your post“tagged by @michaelsscofields like 6 months ago and i didn’t do it…”

IM THE CUSTOMER THAT TELLS THE CASHIER ABOUT THEIR LIFE WHY DO U HATE ME

BECAUSE I HAVE WORK TO DO AND I DONT CARE ABOUT UR NEPHEW JEREMY THERES A WHOLE LINE BEHIND YOU 

also it mostly bugs me as a server people are like “get me 2521542 things but also let me talk to you with my mouth full what do you mean you have other tables”

Switchblade. The sting of salt on a chapped lip.
I tried to save you– did I not?– because I was weak.

My own blood was easier to swallow
than yours was to clean. These small palms,

smaller than yesterday, wilting in yours.
At once, I sacrificed spring and took to 

tending the ground: making it comfortable.
When I came to rest, it welcomed me.

So what– I am corpse, my soft belly emptied,
my mouth too full of guilt to talk. 

To my surprise, nothing turned to dust
when I stopped holding it. To my surprise,

you live. I do my best to do the same;
I concentrate on disasters larger than ours.

I forgive myself for having tried
to do with one hand what was impossible even with both.

things abt RWBY chibi that make me infinitely happy and cure me of all my ailments:

-Chibi Blake’s cat ears twitching
-Ruby when she ate LIKE ALL THOSE CHOCOLATE CHIPS
-My baby daughter Yang talking with her mouth full of cake like no that’s bad table manners but its ok cuz ur cute
-THEIR SQUISHY LIL ARMS AND LEGS
-the tiny tamping sounds of their feet when they walk or stomp around
-tfw there’s no tumbleweed on Beacon Cliff so u gotta use the dog
-The lil slaps when they’re “attacking” each other
-The light-hearted renditions of the character songs
-The chibi weapons
-The transition animations
-How everyones’s hair looks tbh I love how they simplified their hair forms
-When the characters use their extraordinary semblances for ridiculously mundane things

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY:

-the ^_^ face (THE BEST FACE, TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD)