Children are wild my 4 yo is currently screaming bloody murder in the back of the car because I won’t acknowledge that she’s screaming bloody murder. Make it make sense girl
I can already smell the comments, no I am not neglecting or ignoring my child. I very calmly told her “I love you and I am here for you and when you can talk to me without yelling at me I am happy to talk about what you need. You can yell all you want to, but don’t expect mommy to fight against you for your own attention”
And she is yelling “IM MAD AND I DONT KNOW WHHHHHHHYYYYY AHHHHHHHHHHH” so we’re obviously just working through some stuff 🤣
put rainbow laces on all my shoes recently which is fun and sexy but has the side effect that i have gotten multiple “i like your shoelaces” from strangers and like. i cant NOT “i stole them from the president” in return. just in case. but its recieved mostly awkward laughs and looks of confusion. embarrasing myself in public out here over my damn shoelaces.
I’m kind of obsessed with this painting and others by the same artist of Black girls.
it is one of the few representations of Black women in “traditional art,” for lack of a better term that shows the subject as soft, delicate and vulnerable, which are qualities ascribed to us so rarely it’s notable when it happens.
It’s painted by a Ukrainian woman. I don’t have time to unpick all the complexities there, but there’s enough fraughtness between Black women and Eastern Europeans that the source of this painting is equally as surprising to me as the tenderness of subject.
“these researchers published a paper on something that literally any of us could have told you 🙄” ok well my supervisors wont let me write something in my thesis unless I can back it up with a citation so maybe it’s a good thing that they’re amplifying your voice to the scientific community in a way that prevents people from writing off your experiences as annecdotal evidence
they did the research in the first place because they believed you and wanted to tell people about it. they are not our enemies.
Hi if you ever find yourself in a relationship saying anything along the lines of “well I can’t leave cause I would never be able to find something better than this because I’m trans/fat/aging/antisocial/unlucky” I beg of you to run. Please. You can find and build better but in order to do that you have to take the first step out the door. You do not have to endure abuse, mistreatment, or just plain incompatibility for the sake of a fraction of happiness. You don’t.
This post has ended multiple shitty relationships. Reblog it to end even more
guiltfree snacks are such a concept. i dont feel guilt for having a pastry. I’m not catholic
& itd be one thing if “guilt free” meant something like fairtrade or akin to that. but its always just something that announces this snack will not give you nutrients
when i was a kid there was this guy in my neighborhood named Jerry. he was 100 years old for my entire childhood. his house was up on a hill and he had a big porch he sat on all day from sun up to sundown. his front door was always open if it wasn’t too cold out and there was a big old fridge/freezer right inside where he kept orange crush in glass bottles and freeze-pops.
kids were allowed to walk right into his house and get treats from the fridge but the rule is we had to sit on the porch while we ate the popsicles or drank the pop and this is how he got us to listen to him talk about random stuff all day.
if parents needed to find us bc we failed to come home when we were supposed to they called him and he could send other kids out looking for us. it’d be like in the creek some other 8 year old would tell you “hey your mom called Jerry. youre supposed to be home.”
if you were home sick from school and your parents worked he’d watch you for free & everyone looked out for him. i spent a lot of days napping on his couch when i was little.
idk i know i couldn’t be a full-time parent so that’s my ideal role in a community one day. old guy babysitter with a porch.
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