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okay, so that post about how taika waititi wouldn’t be afraid to use britney spears’ toxic in a fight scene and
well, my finger slipped
thor ragnarok fight scene but holding out for a hero is playing
I was fluttery and charmed and delighted by one of my fave cheesy songs x Chris Hemsworth the Lightning God, but then Valkyrie came on and I made this involuntary guttural moaning sound and sank into the couch with my legs spread.
Hhhhhhholy shit. Hhhhholy SHIT can I please just … UGH.
Passover has begun!
Happy Passover – Chag Pesach Sameach!
books i’ve read in 2017: when the moon was ours by anna-marie macklemore
[…] he and she were creek beds, quiet when they were full and quiet
when they were dry. but when they were half-full, wearing a coat of
shallow water, the current bumped over the rocks and valleys in the
creek beds, wearing down the earth. giving someone else a little of who
they were hurt more than giving up none or all of it.
lobstersandspoons submitted:
this recipe has beem sitting in my inbox for actual months while ive been frozen in fear, “you GOTTA do it, you gotta eat the goblin sandwiches” says the very greasy gargoyle perched on my shoulder , but the OTHER gargoyle thats connected to my mouth says bad taste, bad taste, bad ? taste bad ? and theyre both SO loud and i dont want to hear them anymore. im casting this off into the ocean. this is someone elses problem now
We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry, thirsty roots?
Guess who just survived a visit to the dentist despite crushing anxiety and prior traumatic experiences? This bitch, that’s who. I now have one fewer hole in my mouth that shouldn’t be there, and there’s nothing else wrong that I didn’t already know about and isn’t minor enough to wait. I left with toothpaste samples and a tooth shaped stress ball. Then I went out for coffee, Mexican food, and a brand new gorgeous copy of Girls Made of Snow and Glass. Still jittery, but still here.
Well, fuck
My brother just told me that the hard drive of the laptop I’ve had for four months is so bricked that when he plugged it in it doesn’t even recognise it as a drive.
iamshadow21
replied to your post “Sheetrock Guy is doing things upstairs. It’s not QUITE a PTSD response…”We just recently had about two months worth of demo/renovation here at mum’s house, and… yeah. The back verandah (I think you’d call that a deck?) and the main bathroom. Really fucking exhausting when your whole body is poised to run for weeks and weeks for no reason.
*NOD* Previous upstairs tenants set off my PTSD a few times because they were assholes, so it’s been kind of an Adventure in Coping and Not Stabbing Anybody Because Murder is Bad, Even If They Are Assholes. But the noise of Footsteps Up There is still tricky.
I am TENTATIVELY doing a bit better today, but I’ve only been fully conscious and upright for about 20 minutes.
With me, it really varies day to day how well I do. I suspect today will be sucky because we have yet another skip to fill with yard garbage. Teenage boys from mum’s church were meant to come YESTERDAY to help fill it and nobody showed, so now, somehow me and mum have to wrestle things like posts with concrete footings into a skip by ourselves. (They probably weigh nearly as much as me.) I’m just so done. I mean, when it’s all gone, I’ll actually be able to use the garden again and things, but right now, I’m just over it. I expect at least tonight I’m going to be dissociating like fuck because this kind of work now makes me space the fuck out thanks to clearing my uncle’s hoarder house in two days the other year.
knitting in the dark 