I'm curious if anyone else can switch between which eyes they see through. I do this often, sometimes just to see through objects such as my fingers. If so, please interact with this post.
Anyways, here's a picture of my sister's cat and a duck cloud:
We Are Lost And Found, written by Helene Dunbar.
Based in 1983 New York.
This novel holds meaning that cannot be truly explained. But it can be read, listened to, felt and so much more.
This novel holds life and emotion that perfectly aligns with its title, and hits hard.
I highly suggest this novel to anyone who will hear of it.
My birth name is Caitlin, meaning pure.
I am the oldest child, meaning expectations.
My chosen name is Cai, meaning rejoice.
I chose this name as I rejoice to rid myself of the impurity that is pure.
Life is infamous for plaguing creatures with questions, thoughts and opinions.
Yet, Death, as morbid as it is thought, is famous for providing answers that calm the souls and minds of the living.
I have started reading Benjamin Alire Sáenz's novel; The Inexplicable Logic of My Life, today. Due to this human's words and thoughts expressed through ink and paper, I can't help but resonate on many of Salvador's thoughts and way of processing life and the changes it brings, as well as the words within it. Yet I am only up to part two, this man is a master in the art of literature, thus, I realise that my dreams of becoming an Editor is something that I will aim for like nothing else in my monotonous life. Thank you Mr Sáenz, I hope to one day meet you.
My Dad's dog, Jay Jay, always sits like this. This morning over a cup of coffee, I realised why it was so familiar to me.
After making my last post, I thought I should make this. No art is mine, I'm not a genius and photoshopped these images from Google images.
So, I came out as Agender three times.
Ounce to my mum, which wasn't taken well as she follows my step-father's cis hetero beliefs that there is only male and female, and as he is a giant compared to my 5'3 self and can lift me up easily, I'm terrified to stand against.
The first time I came out was to my dad and step-mother, and as she has raised my foster mtf sister, she is absolutely awesome and provides my dad with awareness, also, my dad's a manchild that loves my siblings and I with his all, he's cool with it as well.
Finally, I came out to my younger sister's and my youngest sister said, and I quote; "so, like an alien. They have no gender." And all I could do was smile and cry while saying; "yes, like a genderless alien."
So I got all of that and I just wanted to share it with someone.
Thank you for reading this. I hope you have a good day/night, and if not, I your feelings are valid and I hope you feel better.
I must provide another recommendation for you to read if you haven't already started.
That being, Alice Oseman's, graphic novel series called Heartstopper.
This series is currently being posted on Tumblr and is a must read.
It involves many real life things such as stereotypes, homophobia, eating disorders and more.
So please, take a moment out of your time to read this heart wrenching graphic novel.
Thank you for reading and I hope that you have a good day/night. If not, your emotions are valid and I hope you feel better. 😊
Does anyone else think that Tenya Iida from bnha/mha would be great friends with Logan from sanders sides?
Another, unrelated note, my cat won't stop jumping in my drawers and pulling my clothes out. It is especially annoying when she does it while I'm putting my washing away. Cute, but still annoying.
Have a good day/night!
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe.
I have deliberated for years on which of the thousands of books I have read is my favourite. While debating, I've had close break throughs that made my top 100, yet by far, this novel is my favourite. It holds the same three desires I hold:
1. To discover who I am.
2. To obtain an understanding with my parents.
3. To find understanding and acceptance.
These three desires are portrayed and accomplished within this book. Today this book had me smiling like I did before third grade. I couldn't be happier and want to cry with joy than now.
So please, read this novel, even if I can't fully convey my emotions through words.
And thank you, Benjamin Alire Sáenz.
I like making Birthday cards. I started doing so last year, 2019. These are the cards I took pictures of, from that year. I am going to start posting pictures of all the cards I make of that year on News Years Eve. As I only started using this app, I decided to post this today as many of my friends and family are born around these months. Also, father's day is coming up. Please enjoy your conscious hours.
whoo boy i can never find my own posts on my Own Damn Blog and honestly the novelty’s wearing pre-tty damn thin. But enough about me! Also look i know this was supposed to be cute but the angst train is pulling into the station in this chapter. Also I have No Idea what time it will be in the Rest Of The World when this goes up all i know is that it’s midnight and i Dont Care anymore
Remus loved his brother. He trusted his brother. But dear god, Remus had to stop just shy of physically fighting his brother when Roman tried to make him shave. “You can-not tell me you’re attached to that ugly scruff!” Roman exclaimed, hands on his hips as he stood over Remus sitting at his desk. “Bitch, I might be! And if I let you start with the scruff, you’re coming for the moustache!” Remus shrieked, clutching the seat of his chair tightly and raising his feet in preparation to kick Roman away like when they were kids. “I know you hate it! It’s mine! Fuck off!” Roman pouted at him, lower lip wobbling, hands clasped below his chin, doe-eyed and pleading. “Nah, sister!” Remus snapped, pointing a finger at him. “I’m a certified dad, thank you kindly! That shit doesn’t work on me!” Roman stretched out the puppy eyes for a moment longer. Remus folded his arms and raised an eyebrow at him. “Really?!” Roman finally broke, throwing his hands in the air in a huff. “That always works!” “I am both a dad, and your twin brother,” Remus stuck his nose in the air. “I am immune to your shit.” “Humph.” “Humph yourself,” Remus told him, before turning back to his desk and reaching for some foundation. Looking into his mirror, Remus carefully dabbed it around his eyes with a finger, doing his best to hide the evidence of exhaustion. “Now, I hate to leave you in charge of my clothes, but go see what I’ve got.”
Unholy Lord of Hell! This is just to beautiful.
Rhetorical Question: What do you do when your studying with a cat?
Sorry for all the sudden photos, I was looking through my camera roll and decided to share these ones with you all. 😊
When I go camping, photos is all I take home. This is because I can't remember images, only words. It is very unhelpful in school. I took these pictures during 25 th August of 2018 and 7th September of 2019 at the same camping area.
I had tiny disney eraser, was done my work and bored. This picture was taken by me on the 14th August 2018 at 11:31am.
