we will stop time

anonymous asked:

Yes Mildred I see you have grey hair and wrinkles. I know you have grandchildren and a portable oxygen tank. I understand that you've been here before and I've rung you up for age restricted items. You know you are over 18. I know you are over 18. The computer does not. I still need to scan your ID in order to sell you spray paint. Stop asking for the manager every time you come here. He also will ask for your ID. We have this conversation every time you come in please just stop already.

Jesus Christ I don’t know why people get so pissy about this. I’m 33 and not getting any younger. ID me and I’m over the fucking moon even though I know it’s a requirement and not a statement on how old I look. THEY DON’T KNOW THAT THOUGH! Enjoy the bliss of ignorance, dammit, and bask in the “I’m still young” glow that is being IDed for alcohol. -Abby

anonymous asked:

i had platonic relationship with my best friend for a long time, then we just stopped talking and he found a another bff (girl). after some time i had sex with his guy bff & after a few months our platonic relationship activated again. other day we were at the party. he touched my boobs while we were with other friends in the room. later we separated and a gave him a hand job,my first. it was amazing & everyone know. now this guy bff us jelaous and it would all be fine if we were not classmates.

So last night I came out to two of my closest friends. 

I have had a few bad experiences with coming out to people close to me, so I was terrified and have been really hesitant to tell anyone after those bad responses. 

It was my friend’s birthdays (they’re twins) and we were having such a great time. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I appreciated their friendship and how wonderful they both are. We were hanging out at the bar and the need to just say it kind of struck me one moment. I needed a little liquid courage to get to the point where I could actually speak up but when I told them that I’m bi, they didn’t hesitate for a second to tell me they loved me and were so glad I shared it with them. In their words: “We love you. All that changes is that we’re keeping an eye out for cute girls now too!” Not to mention my one friend implied that she’s bi too (but didn’t say it outright) which also makes me feel a little less alone in this.

Anyways, I could’ve cried I was so relieved. I woke up this morning just so at peace with myself. This experience is definitely a good start to coming out to more people in my life.

anonymous asked:

I wonder if CP doesn't like GG's photos because he she finally realized he never likes hers.

Well considering this time around they both pretty much stopped at the same time we don’t thing either of them would have time to realize the other had stopped following.

Can we stop calling bad experiences abuse?

I see it all the time and I am just so … weary? Despite my 27 years, I feel like I need a grown up to explain it to me.

I know that I really should know better, but the line is seriously starting to blur for me and it seems like the line is different for everyone, so how do I tell what actual abuse is by now?
I always thought that abuse was something a bit more systematic (that might just be how I perceive it, though) or at least consistent, and when I see the word abuse, my mind usually drift to relationships between two people, because that is what I most often see referenced. 

I mean. I’ve seen the weirdest things on this site, and I’d like to think that my grasp on reality is so good that I’m not baited by random posts, and yet… 
One example is when I saw some anon write to a Supergirl blog, that they should stop posting stuff with Kara and Mon-El, because they didn’t want to give young girls the impression that abuse is okay… And my first thought was “Is this shit serious? What the hell did I miss?” 
Sure, the intentions sounds good, no doubt about that, but I feel like people (especially on this fucking site) just throw the word around needlessly, and … I feel like it really cheapens it a lot? I’m not sure if it’s just me, though.

And my second, and most prominent example, is why do people call Reylo (Kylo Ren/Rey, for the uninitiated) abusive? 
They “barely” interacted, if we’re being real with ourselves, and while Kylo Ren is a pretty bad guy, I wouldn’t say his actions and behaviour is abusive in the way that I feel like most people want them to be, i.e. the relationship-way.
I’ve seen people say that the whole ship is a trigger for them, which is a pretty serious thing and if that were me, I would blacklist that shit as quickly as possible and hope that people would tag their posts correctly. 

I feel like more people would scream about abuse if it was Kylo Ren and Poe Dameron people were shipping. But surprise, they’re not. 
I can only speak about that I see, of course, and I don’t want to put words into people’s mouths, but I feel like a lot of people say it’s abusive, simply because they don’t like it and that’s their way of justifying that. Again, I could be wrong, but that’s how I see it.

I feel like this post was a bit incoherent and not very … collected. I’m sorry for that, but hopefully some points got across. If not, my inbox is open!

Do you agree? Disagree? Either way, tell me about it and educate me, please!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.