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A fallstreak hole is a large gap, usually circular or elliptical, that can appear in cirrocumulus or altocumulus clouds. The holes are caused by supercooled water in the clouds suddenly evaporating or freezing, and may be triggered by passing aircraft.
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Blossom DHC
Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah
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On the idea of Theseus's Ship: in the end, it's still his, isn't it? It was known as Theseus's, and it will continue to be known as Theseus's.
Even after he has returned to the ground which grew the wood of the hammer used to nail the ship's frame, Even after generations of new wood have rotted and the sails are rags clinging to threads, Even after millennia,
it will still be Theseus's Ship.
Goodnight, Phosphophyllite.
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dady-issues-ig · 1 year
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at times when hope is too big of a thing to have, curiosity (even clinical or small) is a very good placeholder
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dady-issues-ig · 1 year
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And how are you ?
This is so nice
Love you too, so flipping much
not a dream
How is everyone today? Done anything fun? Up to anything good? Want to get something off your chest here? Btw. I love you
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dady-issues-ig · 1 year
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Fuckity Fuck Fuck
Lost my favorite bracelet
It's a dumb bent noodle of bronze but it means a lot to me
It never leaves me
Unless I feel clever and toe my hair with hair
Or need to write and it keeps banging on the table
Which leaves me with this : did I neglectfully drop it on the ground, did it fall from my hair as I forgot it existed, did it slide off my wrist cause not bent enough
Why do I feel like I could die from loosing that piece of memory if my object permanence is so low I couldn't properly care for it in the first place? Cause that's my physical reminder of 3 months of unbridled happiness and amazing relationships I couldn't maintain due to: guilt spiral/no fucking object permanence...
I'm so ... I'm gonna be ok, but if I'm ok with losing that, what do I really have that care about/can remember? Idk where this weird complex come from but I feel unmade for a piece of jewelry that's probably under some papers or Gone but still just ... A piece of copper ... I feel like dying over.
I kinda wanna give up in general... Again. And this time idk ... Family is no support, I'm getting so many reasons to resent my friends while every single instinct or reasoned impulses to love them is dampened by prolonged agony in loneliness and lack of both drive and destination.
I should see a therapist. All of it is there. But I keep hearing scenarios of being questioned for pursuing it... I have a future and self to build, a past to address and I am here, crumbling over a bracelet and the 7 friendships I bailed out of that were built when I got it.
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reminder kraken dice released 95 exclusive dice sets before fufilling their first kickstarter and the owners of it are right wingers
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since theyre trying again LMAO
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Pictures of Bob Ross with Akira Kurosawa movie quotes #1 - Ikiru
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How did I reach my limit? I used to be so patient, family member would take weeks to get a genuine emotional response from me ...
Now? I feel like a single comment on my weight would throw me into a cosy rage ... I guess it's because I opened up? Told them about eating disorders and shit, came out too. I feel naked. BUT so much justified in reacting you know? I can tell them to fuck off, I can mock them back, insult them or their entitled mindset even. I can because gloves are off.
Thinking about it as "I gave them tools to harm me better" is true. But, I no longer have to not lay back when sitting on a wall, I can cross my legs, stand on one more than the other, shake my hips while dancing to music, I can smirk at a flirty waiter now ?! Like wow.. AND for all those years of watching every step I took, every sitting positions... I can expect gratitude. And I can lash out for getting disdain instead 🤭
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Christ this is so fucking cool
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By the way, if your parents act like you're the divine punishment of their sins, you might as well be. Like yeah, God fucking sent you to mildly inconvenience them for being shitty people who whine about the fact that having children involves raising children.
Your parents are ashamed of you? Well, who fucking created you? That's their own hands working. They're the problem here. Your job on this planet is to find peace and be happy, not find their life satisfaction for them. Your existence embarrasses them? Well, that's somebody else's problem. This bitch posted cringe, and now they're mad like you made yourself happen on purpose.
You had no say on existing, and nobody can make you make up for it like it's your fault. Might as well be yourself on purpose.
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dady-issues-ig · 2 years
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Draft 1: 2021 ~
Hello, sorry for the lack of comunication I have made into a personal brand at this point.
I had a fallout this year. I had been for 2 years before covid running on multiple sleep parlysis a night and frequent fasting periods. Not coming out of my house for weeks in the absence of school is a habit I had developped by guilt of underperforming during my PACES years and kept on throughout my time at ISNAB, the arrival of COVID didn’t better that for me. Truth be told being isolated for a month, twice has cimented in me the impression that each big move I make is followed by extended periods of isolation. And that no matter the progress I manage to get, it eventualy fails and I am propelled towards my previous mental state whomst somehow still gradually worsens. This year specifically rooted that belief in me. Adding to it a lifetime of abusive home situation blowing up over the summer I put a halt to all my projects. I then planned to request a leave of absence of my school wich, as shame, guilt, absent selfworth and again, family drama made me spirall in the similar way that lead me to postpone so much of my life changing prossesses before. 
+hollandais
I am now finaly getting a therapist’s help and though my condition has improved, I know HZ to not be a viable instalment for my current state. Between the like of willingness to acomodate to the very thing I sign on and for (having classes, lab included yes, in english from week 1; horrendous behavior by fellow classmate justified by “I have autism”) I am currently attempting to reorient myself towards geosciences. I am sorry I failed you in regards to bettering relationships between the schools or the likes but my personal circumstances have been too much for me to bear an agressiv scholar environment. Adding to that my attempts at reaching out for help in the past were too few and met with refusal I set myself for failure and apologize despite being thankful for your and my main teacher’s worry. 
I am at the moment looking for jobs on Toulon as my applications are processed and I attempt to pass driving test (which takes a remarkably longtime when your primary response to stress is complete inhibition of fear and overall information)
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dady-issues-ig · 2 years
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early 2020
Me: Hi, I heard we have “life coaches” now, I know it’s not actual psycologist/therapist but I had terrible early experience with them and I’d like to schedjual an appointment?
Head Teacher: Oh nonono it’s meant for people with . I mean . You’re fine, some people have struggles and complications at home.
To me, coming out of a 2 year wide “1 hour out of the flat per week policy” crying myself to sleep every night; food poisoning myself any day I do not fast; NOT coming out of my room during 1 to 3 week breaks; late on all the shit I had to write for school as I believe I no longer am worth the effort; Sleep paralysis, may times, every night; recently robbed; saw his boiler explode; then the new one just fell shatering the whole bathroom to bits.
Me: Oh ok. Right I can always see my parents ahah
Them on the other side of the ocean, him barely calling to remind me I am *not* giving enough of myself, that he doesn’t believe he is my brother’s dad and grooming my cousin; her clueless(?) occasionaly dropping hints at how much I cost them.
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