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take the time to appreciate the version of yourself that exists right now, in this moment

The most heart warming thing just happened to me at 7/11. It was the usual heartwarming story of a person at 7/11 saying something nice or doing something nice. Infact, it was sort of the opposite. I was paying for my snacks and I don't have a rewards number and I will most likely never have one. Then the guy behind me put his number in. He said it was because there's money to be saved sometimes but I really didn't care if there was or wasn't. It just felt real. It wasnt some saint giving me an extra taquito, it was just real. It was just two guys in a 7/11. Maybe it was the frugalness, maybe it was that he reminded me of so many threadbare men who've been I fluencial in my life. I wish him all the best, I hope he has a good day.

I found the Baron.

While at an airshow (the most fun and autistic event I've ever been to) I stumbled upon a bear dressed in pilots clothes, specifically a bomber jacket, goggles and scarf. Like the outfits of WW1 era pilots. After some timeline checking I present to you the story of the Baron and Baroness.

The baroness has been a suffragette for many years now, while it has been hard work she feels they are close. The Baron fears he might have to take up arms in the great war, while out one day he watches the suffragettes protests. One woman full of determination catches his eye, he admires her courage and spirit, wishing he too could be like that. But as she walks past him, he just watches. The Baron believes he will never see this powerful lady again. As chance would have it they meet once more, a smitten Baron tries his best to woo the Baroness. While his natural wit fails him, his charming attitude and sincerity has the baroness fall in love with him all the same. The war looming it the background of their happy ending. the Baron deems it his responsibility to fight for Britain. Tearful goodbye are shared; the Baron reassures his beloved that, if it weren't for her, he would not have the bravery to fight at all. Before he flies off in to battle the baroness give him a locket with a picture of her. "Keep it close," she says, "it will keep you safe." The baron places it in the pocket closest to his heart. "I win the war for Britain, you win the war for women." They part, and the story ends. We are left wondering; will the allies win the great war? Will the suffragettes procure their rights? And what you are wondering, will they ever see eachother again?

I saw a doll at the thrift store the other day, it was a light brown bear dressed in fancy dress, it was a beautiful maroon with lace. She had a hat on as well. A lovely sufferagette, standing alone atop a dusty wooden shelf. She reminded me of the baroness. Noble, breath taking, yet alone.

Brand new sticks after a hour and a half of practice.

I saw a doll at the thrift store the other day, it was a light brown bear dressed in fancy dress, it was a beautiful maroon with lace. She had a hat on as well. A lovely sufferagette, standing alone atop a dusty wooden shelf. She reminded me of the baroness. Noble, breath taking, yet alone.

I think I opened so many tabs google just gave up, no thoughts head empted me and just started smiling

My family has this habit, or are developing one, of naming our dogs after characters in greek mythology. Our cousin's Pomeranian is named Zeus, my dog is aptly name Perseus and my grandma is planning on getting a lazier Love-Bug type dog and is going to name it Hermes.

"Tu te demandes si tu es une bête féroce ou bien un saint Mais tu es l'un, et l'autre, et tellement de choses encore Tu es infiniment nombreux Celui qui méprise, celui qui blesse, celui qui aime, celui qui cherche Et tous les autres ensembles Trompe-toi, sois imprudent, tout n'est pas fragile N'attends rien que de toi, parce que tu es sacré Parce que tu es en vie Parce que le plus important n'est pas ce que tu es, mais ce que tu as choisi d'être"

Excerpt from "BLIZZARD" by Fauve

Where can I go to find hope?

Oooo Cool! Google translate said something similar, "devotional book."

A handfull of weeks ago I bought this really old book from a vintage store. And I don't just mean from 50 years ago or something, I mean from like 100 years ago. It's in German or something, and I can't read it. But it was so interesting I just had to bring it home. The number in the cover says 1860 and I know the book itself was around since 1881 from the first of many signatures and dates on the inside.

Im a bit cautious about touching it since it's badly damaged but here are some photos. Anyone know what language/book this is? What's it about? So curious

A handfull of weeks ago I bought this really old book from a vintage store. And I don't just mean from 50 years ago or something, I mean from like 100 years ago. It's in German or something, and I can't read it. But it was so interesting I just had to bring it home. The number in the cover says 1860 and I know the book itself was around since 1881 from the first of many signatures and dates on the inside.

Im a bit cautious about touching it since it's badly damaged but here are some photos. Anyone know what language/book this is? What's it about? So curious

I think there's something magical about weather. Most people say sunny days improve their moods, but for me it's overcast days that do that the most. But improve doesn't mean it makes me happier, if anything I feel melancholic on cloudy days. But it makes me feel less alone. More together with the world.

Overcast days put me back together.

People are scared of a lot of things, heights, needles, the dark. I'm sacred of a lot of things too. When I was a kid I was really scared of spiders, I scream and run from them anytime I even heard the word. But if I see I spider now, I won't even jump, unless they're right next to me, then I might back up. The reason I'm not scared of them as much is the fact that, spiders are my friends. I'm still cautious around them, as much as I would be if I was a giant around people's houses. Or if they can hurt me. But I'm not very scared of them anymore. Someone I still get nervous around is things that have gone bad, mostly food that's gone bad. Because there's sometimes fungus on it, and they can hurt me. But it helps calm me down if I call that mold on my tomato a friend. A friend, but certainly an unwelcome guest. It makes me less nervous putting them in the compost when I say "bye-bye" to them as I leave. It doesn't get rid of fear entirely. I don't expect it to, but it helps me understand them. The spider on my lamp was just looking for a warm spot to stay for the winter, that mold on the tomato was just decomposing it. They are just doing what they do. They both have a place in this world, screaming won't make them go away, and it won't solve any problems we'd have if they weren't here. Spiders eat and are eaten by others, they are part of a big circle, and fungus is part of that too, helping jumpstart life with fertile ground, and sometimes we get tasty mushrooms! All things are friends because they have a place in my world.

but ticks can fucking eat shit and die

I've just done the most confusing thing I've ever done.

I just,

got home and aired out blankets, thinking, I deserve this. hey I feel gross, and I know I had a shower yesterday but I think'll have another today, and I fucking did. Not for 27 minutes, 6 minute shower, wow! I want to do laundry, I'll do my laundry. I think I should change my bed sheets, that way everything will be nice tonight. wow, I'm on a roll! might as well do dishes too, I don't even have anything I'm avoiding. Hey I think I've done most everything I needed to, I don't have homework, I don't have a task or project I'm avoiding. That's great! I think I'll drink a healthy vitamin drink, they taste like oranges, maybe I'll even have a muffin. Im so proud of myself, look at you go little man!

I need both so we can learn guitar together and then go on road trip or illegally hop on a frieght train to travel across the country playing and writing song

i need a friend who knows how to play guitar so i can jam along

Gorgeous coloration on these fossilized gar fish scales.

I hate when people don't believe me when I say I'm good without something.

You don't have to buy me things to win my affection, I'm not trying to be considerate of your finances, I just don't want a drink. It's okay. Sometimes I'm just not hungry and I'm not interested in that last cookie. It's okay that I really like that thing, I just don't want it. I know that eating it right now isn't what will make me feel good.

Why can't friends and family respect that I sometimes don't want things, sometimes I just want a glass of cold water with a straw. And that's good enough for me.

I love how 3 dimensional people can be!

Theres this guys I know who is a complete horror nerd, and loves The Walking Dead. Recently, found out that he collects and reads the babysitter's club.

And I just think thats wonderful

Morning was brutally cold and I didn't want to get up. The day ended up being just fine though, and now I'm working on homework and watching an Australian YouTuber openly rant about smear campaigns launched by the press on him. It's very entertaining. I had to make up a test and I'm going to start reading Looking For Alaska tomorrow. I have to practice some music still but I'll finish my math first. Thankfully it's not too hard.

Have fun folks!

Guys I have a problem.

A very big terrible issue!

I cannot, for the life of me, remember what the name of something is.

That something just so happens to be a theatre script that I once read and would greatly like to again. It's also damn hilarious. The title has (I think) something about Babylon. The plot is about two men who are building the tower of Babylon. And it's just saying the same thing over and over again. I only ever got like 1/4-1/3 through it so Im missing a bit of info. There might also be a priest.

Does tumblr have a similar stigma about

*scrolls through your blog, liking everything*

As most other social medias sites?

So I have a but of a theory Im working on but I need some data so:

*ADHD and Autism are separated out from other neurodivergences for theory reasons. If you have one of those, pick the relevant option for those not the non-ADHD/Autism ones, and vice versa

Also, if you consider yourself something else like an ambivert, just pick the closest/more common option

As always reblog for more data points

Mom come pick me up, I'm scared.

Box cream goes in bag jail

Will forever regret not grabbing that really nice tweed jacket I saw on the ground walking to and from school. It didn't have any holes either. I ignored my magpie instincts and lost out

Why does a good coat or tweed jacket have to cost 500£?!?! 😭

The ticket is always blank

I feel as though life has been passing me by

It feels like I'm at a train station

Watching the trains pass

Wonder which one was mine

It's hearing a busker's guitar, calm peaceful

We stand their in our own melancholic solitude

Not daring to look up

Buried in our own self doubt

It's watching clouds roll over blue skies

It's watching the seconds tick

Waiting for the clock to fall

And my body to decay

It was laying in the grass

Trying to become a bug

It was standing in the rain

To become a puddle

I think of these things

These thoughts of death that plague my brain

I watch another train go by

The next one, I think,

I'll get on

Choatic Academia Things That Practice Self-Care

Drinking teas all the time

Making a playlist that changes constantly for showering always kept at your desired length

Drinking water through a straw with ice cubes because normal water taste terrible

Going on ✨ dramatic ✨ walks but actual enjoying it

Dragging your friends to hang out

Collecting things that fill your home and heart

Guys look at the best piece of sheet music I've ever recieved

Ive had an almost but not quite bad day. Jazz band was good and I woke up okay, if not tired. I left the social studies sheet at school and it's due tomorrow :/ The art teacher left everyone have a free for all on unclaimed pieces from last semester, most of the good stuff was taken before I got there but I did get a left over print that was nice. I've been working on a writing project that I hope I finish, I've actually enjoyed writing it so far. I can't wait till the week end, I think I'll go to the library :)

Just realized I could post my slightly terrible poetry on here