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Sigh In A Storm

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I'm having a lot of trouble, right now, living up to the promise of my blog.

Remember that the right person will never get tired of you even in the worst times

No, they will! But they'll work through it, or walk away for a bit (i'm talking minutes to hours) and then come back.

People can love you and still need to get away from you for a bit. And there is nothing toxic about that — it's good, in fact. It helps remind everyone involved that everyone has boundaries, and everyone needs time to themselves.

It's okay. Calm down before you talk about something that made you angry while your loved one is sick. Be sure of what made you mad so you can discuss it together.

Love isn't a one-way street, and it's something that takes work. Part of that work is knowing when you need to step away.

the fucked up thing is that i’ve been in this exact situation and actually felt some measure of beauty in the world. but only when the streets are empty and the area descends into a time of day when it clearly was not meant to functionally exist. there is a wretched beauty in walking around one of these suburban sprawl commerce zones at night or close to dawn, sitting down at a table like this and basking in the sensation that you own the place. maybe this is an inherited derangement from living most of my life in the midwest suburbs, working late night shifts at a grocery store on a corner exactly like this one. maybe it’s just the only time of day in a place like this when you can be truly alone outside

Being out at night, seeing a city that is barren instead of busy, half-closed and open to me to just sit down and feel like I'm the only person for miles around, is a feeling I cherish in a way that I'm not sure is entirely normal. It's my zombie apocalypse-style fantasy, my post-rapture rapture.

I have several save files in Project Zomboid that I've made have less zombie spawns, down to several with it set to be sparse or have no spawns at all. No combat, just exploration of a quiet, empty set of towns with buildings and vehicles inbetween, nothing else - no one else.

Just a journey to explore and scrounge and spend time collecting and building and no real rush to anything. It's a comforting emptiness that hearkens to old ideas I had through the second half of my life as I started to long more for stories and games with less conflict, with instead more just a feeling of a canvas, of just experiencing time going by, towards small goals with no distractions.

Maybe it's all just the different pressures over the years combining into a yearning to move at my own pace, nothing else pushing things along. The ability to be as slow as I please, the space to breathe.

It's accompanied with a very weird kind of heartache, the sort of feeling where one knows they should want people more, and probably will be lonely at some point, but that this is still somehow the preference. I fear I'm a broken person for enjoying solace to this extent, for even finding a beauty in the emptiness, in the desolation.

But I grew up learning very early on the differences between being alone and being lonely.

was looking up some info about the prehistoric frog Beelzebufo (AKA devil frog/frog from hell) and came across this pic:

it's meant to show the size difference between modern frogs and the prehistoric ones, but I can't take it seriously because it makes me think of those inspirational posters you see in libraries and clasrooms.

and now all I'm imagining is this somewhere on the hallway of a frog school:

fatty

Communion with Frog-God

*shlorp*

Are Remote Starters

Killing the Carbomb Industry?

Experts Suggest Millennials At Fault

This is true I think, everyone just has very normal and even-minded thoughts and opinions about transfeminine sexuality

No honestly I think it's REALLY important that people see this. Literally the exact same post, sans trans people, and it didn't get flagged.

hey remember how tumblr *just* had to settle with NYC’s human rights commission for discriminating against LGBTQ people in your implementation of the NSFW ban? We do.

Why is it that EVERY social media platform now wants to kill itself or its user base?

part of being an ally to trans men is not being a dick to cis men for their appearance btw

the short trans men hear you. the trans men with bottom growth—or who are post-phalloplasty—hear your bad jokes about small dicks. the trans men undergoing hrt who are losing their hair hear you talk shit about bald spots.

also, hot take, you should care about not hurting random cis men in addition to not hurting trans men. like just because some guy is being an asshole online doesn’t mean the thousands of young boys reading your comments about someone with their same acne deserved it. i don’t care what your reason is, even if you think someone is bad enough to warrant being bullied, who gave you permission to hurt the innocent bystander?

hey y’all should spread this version bc some people need to hear this context

You can’t take back the collateral damage after you’ve thrown the grenade.

was looking up some info about the prehistoric frog Beelzebufo (AKA devil frog/frog from hell) and came across this pic:

it's meant to show the size difference between modern frogs and the prehistoric ones, but I can't take it seriously because it makes me think of those inspirational posters you see in libraries and clasrooms.

and now all I'm imagining is this somewhere on the hallway of a frog school:

fatty

OMG we had a cat this thick near us once!

His name was "62" - I am not joking. He was an old boy who lived a few houses away, and he and his brother were adopted when our local SPCA still numbered the cats instead of naming them. His brother got renamed but "62" just stuck for this barrel of a boi

When his brother died, 62 would come around looking for him, as he'd often spent time upstairs harassing old neighbours. My cat of the time, Tigger, did not approve of this

Tigger was fiercely territorial and would rush to attack any cat he deemed "too close" to his 3-house radius of a territory. But here comes the twist

62 was TOO FAT to notice. He was a chongus with so much padding that Tigger's lightning fast baps and ear-numbing yowls did nothing.

He sat there while Tigger exhausted himself trying to scare him off, or beat him into submission. When Tigger finally stopped 62 looked at him and went "we fwends now~" and Tigger could do nothing about it.

Until he too passed on, 62 and Tigger would hang out regularly. both would attempt to steal the others' food while ignoring their own. They would sit together in relative peace on the porch, though if I stepped out to pet 62 Tigger had to observe but declined to be touched at that time.

I think that helped mellow some of Tiggers' "other cats are evil" mentality, though he never liked others, and trying to stop him going anywhere was the way I was going to die. He literally headbutted me once to get out of the house when he wasn't supposed to, nearly making me brain myself on the porch.

he failed to kill me, but you can see his intention to follow through.

Oh god, the grocery store is playing "Girl You Know It's True".

conservatives: once you grow up and manage your own money you'll support capitalism

me after growing up and managing my own money: *hates capitalism more after realizing how ridiculously overpriced it is to live*

Once you grow up and manage your own money you realize that the system is even more rigged than you thought

Once you grow up and manage your own money you realize how important it is to help people in need instead of ridiculing and shaming them for trying to feed their families while some people hoard more wealth than any one person could spend in a lifetime.