Being a queer child of an immigrant family certainly has it's toll on me sometimes. It's very easy to get caught up in the 'what ifs' especially when there is no longer the opportunity to get an answer.
What helps me is reminding myself that when they were here, they loved me, and that doesn't change just because they've passed on.
EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) — “and i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldn’t be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore.”
my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽
kind of a tragedy that ao3 didn't exist in the 70s and 80s. i know people say it would be a horror story to find your parent's ao3 but honestly as long as you avoid anything E-rated until you're like the same age they were when they wrote it you'd be fine. my mom has an old yellowed manuscript of the extremely generic high fantasy novel she painstakingly wrote on a typewriter at age 15 and i've read it twice. her self insert was a side character tough warrior catgirl named "catchild" who had a sword and always rode on horseback and could talk to feral cats in the main character's village. are you telling me you guys would find ABSOLUTELY NO DELIGHTS in the OP deviantart OCs that your disco 'rents came up with.......
after a week of illness-related insomnia at variously bad levels, culminating in pretty much an all-nighter on Sunday, I got eight and a half hours' unbroken sleep last night. Still in some sleep debt but far better than before!
My Last Fleet TTRPG character (a squishy, emotionally repressed workaholic political assistant office worker) is in a love triangle and I'm here for it
I am almost at that cool bit on Ilos in Mass Effect 1 where you drive the Mako really fast down the thing
Pichhle saal yunhi September ki ek baarish me mujhay wo baat yaad aayi, jo pehle kabhi seekhi thi...Kay Insan ka dil Allah ki do Ungliyon me hai, wo jab chahay, usay palat Saktay Hain...jaise...wo waqt, jab mujhay baarish pasand aanay lagi. Bachpan se maine Baarish par muh banaya tha. Shayad school baarishwale dinon me start hua karta tha isliye, aur phir ground ke kichad me meray polished jootay aur safayd Uniform, dhuli dhulai cycle ke tyres, sab kichad-aalood hojate thay. Bag bheeg jata lekin waterproof tha to khayr thi, kitabon me lekin nami reh jati. Meri kitabein, jinko mai apni jaan se zyada sambhala karti thi. Mai nafasat pasand rahi hun aksar. Bachpan se. Phir college ke dinon tak, Baarish ka ye kichad aur uljhan mujhay bahot bezaar karte rahay hain. Aangan me gilay, gale hue patton ka phailna, har shay geeli aur numm. Gharme raho to neend aajati, khelne baahar koi jaane nh deta aur phir thandi baarish se beemar honay ka ehsas. Bezari si bezaari. Phir ek waqt wo aaya, jab apne shehar se door ek aisi jagah rehna pada, jahan door door tak aasmaan, Pahaad aur sookha maidan nazar aata. Apne mehfooz ghar, kichad walay school se door, anjan logon ke beech tanha hue jab maine wahan baarish hotay aur pani ki chhoti chhoti nehar banke ek taalaab me jaa miltay dekha.. Uss lamhe mein, mai pehli baar bezaar nahi hui. Pehli dafa kichad se uljhan nh hui, na hi ye fikr rahi ke saaf kapde maile hojayengay ya kitabein bheeg jayengi. Pehle ek haath aur phir saari ki saari mai, uss baarish me khari hogayi. Uss waqt nafasat ko nahi bhuli thi, bas ye eham nahi raha tha ke jootay, kapde aur cycle inki safai kabhi mustaqil hogi... Inn cheezon ko saaf rakhte rakhte shayad mai ek waqe'atan khubsoorat ehsas se door rahi thi. Meray dil me ye itminan aaya ke ye Allah ki rehmat hai, jisme mai bheeg rahi hun, mehaz pani nahi. Iss waqt mere Rabb ki tarafse sabse bada waseelah hai jissay mai Usko apne qareeb mehsoos kar rhi hun. Gharke, gharwalon ke tahaffuz se door, uss bijliyon aur garajti baarish me Allah ne mera dil badal diya tha. Yun jaise Do Ungliyon me bas chutki si bajayee ho. Uske baad se aaj tak, Baarish ne mujhay kabhi bezaar nahi kiya. Na hi kichad aalood juton ne, na hi meray maile hue safayd libas ne na hi bag me kai tahon me chhupi meri numm kitabon ne. Aaj jab mai aasman se barasti boondon ko dekhte iss bareme sochti hun, to samajh aata hai ..ke Uss din ki baarish ke zariye sirf baarish ke liye muhabbat hi nahi mili thi mujhay... balke ek mazeed ilham bhi mujhpar hua tha... Ek aur baat thi, jo wo baarish mere liye Allah ki tarafse paigam ki surat lekr aayi thi. Ye, ke koi jazbaa, koi insan, koi shay, koi haalaat itne mustaqil nahi hotay ke aapka ussay dil na uthhay. Har wo shay jisko aap chhorna chahte hain, lekin dil ke haathon majboor hain, aap Allah se kehden. Wo aapka dil badal Dengay. Ek aisi baarish, jahan saari umr ki bezari khatm hojati hai. Allah se wo baarish maangein.
Keep your distance from people who constantly give off that type of energy like you owe it to them to prove yourself and they are above you. They are power tripping. You should not have to answer to them right away. In fact, you don't owe them anything.
I often forget to give myself credit for the progress I have made, but also, I often forget that sometimes I am inevitably going to be mentally unwell.
I’ll be like where the hell has this come from? I’m fine? I have a job? I pay rent? I can get the bus on my own? I can be around people without losing my mind? I take my medication! I’ve almost entirely stopped self harming! Why do I still have to feel so bad I can’t stop crying for hours?
Annoying and unfair to have worked so hard to build so much around you and still feel like it’s crumbling sometimes. I guess, like many things, it’s a spectrum, init. Seven years ago I was absolutely batshit insane. I didn’t fully realise the extent of it at the time. I knew I was ill and it was a problem and people were worried about me and I needed help but it’s taken getting the help and then living a few years feeling differently to understand how bad things got. Obviously I still don’t fully understand it. Too soon to say.
The progress I have made doesn’t erase that I very much have a long term mental illness. Huge bummer. Ah well. Peace and love.
accidentally let one blorbo trick me into wearing a protective hairstyle to bed and another trick me into eating robust and filling breakfasts now I just gotta channel Felix to get back into Going Outside Sometimes and Lookin At Stuff and Putting It In A Little Book
great news!! i DID finally get my executives to function, and i sat down and journaled about writing things for AN HOUR AND A HALF, and i feel SO MUCH BETTER with all that word vomit OUT, and WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS WORK
I had a funny dream that I needed to share, because this attraction just made me laugh so hard!
Dream Context under cut!
Apparently in this dream, vtubing really kicked off. (however the host wasn't youtube and idk what video site was used) So, places started to cater to the vtuber experience. My channel's slogan was "If the staff has to be in person, I will be too." and I only reviewed places that you could participate in person with. However, I would just interview the staff if the place was 100% virtual.
The Haunted Manor was a large puzzle box location that was very acclaimed in my dream. It was like sponsored by pepsi, doritos, a few other things, (musicians like the one in the picture), which was interesting because like normally I can't read in dreams nor do irl companies ever show up in my dreams. I typically rated a place by what they give you as a prize for someone physically present since I could not receive virtual gifts.... I got a looooot of doritios, but the keys to unlock the rooms were physical and really well designed.
I liked visiting in person too because you only have to pay the entry fee once and they couldn't kick you out. If you visit virtually, you get a lil health bar and you have to pay readmission if you 'died' in the puzzle box. (Hence, it's common courtesy to be like 'I am going to touch that' if you're going to tap an animatronic or trigger a trap.)
I was particularly proud of myself because I received a Moon Key, which unlocks one of the three harder rooms within the library floor. To get there, I needed to cross the courtyard again. A vtuber saw that I had the item and was asking me how I got it. I didn't tell her, but I got it from the fireplace. The puzzle there was to touch the mantle pictures with the same item in the paintings around the room. Then the lion's bust on top of the fire place opened and gave me more doritios.... but then the moon key descended from the ceiling so I didn't complain.
And like in the courtyard was this stupid, hilarious abomination. The TS curse was motion sensitive, she chase you if you were moving and apparently could one hit OK virtual players. I told the other players that so we could deactivate her and I could finally use the REALLY cool key on the REALLY cool puzzle room BUT THEN WHEN I GOT TO THE ELAVATOR I WOKE UP 🥲
It sucks to wake up before a conclusion!!! BLAH!!! >:V
Heavily inspired by the Leaf design, Rosa is a 20something Pokémon trainer who is starting her journey 10+ years late! She's never had a Pokémon, never bought from a Mart, never even seen a Pokémon Gym before. Please look forward to following her adventures in:
Rosa's PokéJournal, first installment coming soon!!
I was never super fond of those "your f/os are real in a different universe (and also maybe they try to find ways to communicate with you in this universe)" ideas when it comes to my own ships, but I've always loved the way Jօurnal 3 ends...
This is literally so so so nice and I like it a lot.
If anyone’s got good sources on the impact of testosterone HRT on joint hypermobility and/or bone density please send them to me, I am looking them up on my own too but I’d like to have as many as possible to possibly present to my doctor