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calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.
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She's a 10 but you have to be patient with her because she's never been loved right.
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Yeah this hit way too many feels. 😭
IM GETTING A DRAGON!!!!!!
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“The cultural ban on having sex with your friends is an inevitable offshoot of a societal belief that the only acceptable reason to have sex is to lead to a monogamous marriage like relationship.”
— Dossie Easton, The Ethical Slut
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Someone said to me a long time ago, “one day, you’ll wake up and realize, it’s all in the little things.”
It’s in knowing how I like my coffee.
It’s in the reason why I love daisies, not roses.
It’s in seeing my patterns and routines and why they matter so much.
It’s in loving me and my flaws - because to that one person, my flaws? Aren’t flaws at all. They’re the quirky things that make me stand out in a crowd of people.
I miss fresh flowers at home. I long for the smell of coffee and breakfast before I open my eyes. Or the surprise of a clean car, fresh oil change and a tank full of gas. I miss feeling taken care of; like someone is looking out for me.
Daddy always noticed those things for Mama. She never ran out of cigarettes, her tea glass was never empty, and she woke up every morning to a fresh pot of coffee, her first cup waiting on her on the bedside.
Her car was never dirty. She never had to think about an oil change. He often knew her car was making a funny noise before she did. And in return… he never had to think about dinner, his favorite Lil Debbie cakes were always in the pantry, we never ran out of Diet Coke. Did they fight all the goddamned time? Yes. But I watched all the little ways they said, “I love you anyway.”
They constantly pushed each other and inspired each other. The gifts were always thoughtful (even if it meant Mama leaving catalogs all marked up around the house before major holidays so Daddy, “had a clue”). He held her hand everywhere (unless he was holding mine) and watched her as though she was the light of his world. Because truly? She was.
All I’ve ever wanted, truly, was to feel seen. Not be seen… FEEL seen. The way he saw her. And it makes me so, so very sad to be this many birthdays away from losing him, losing that example; the memories slowly fading to sepia from technicolor in my mind.
His unconditional love inspired her to love him back, even on the days he drove her insane. There was never a doubt or a question how much he loved her because his actions showed it everyday. He loved her more than anything - including me. And that was okay.
I want to know I’m special. That I’ve carved out a special spot in your heart, in your mind. A place that always lights up and sparkles like a rave show. That when you see things, you think of me. That there are reminders of me in your life - whether that be a sunrise, song, something funny you read or a sunset. I’m tired of feeling like an afterthought instead of a forethought. I hate the feeling of being left with spare change instead of being worth the deposit. But if you can’t read between the lines, if you can’t find the music in the prose, how can I ever dream of coming before the Id that is driving the ego because the superego never showed up?
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Republicans always do this. Capitalism at it's finest.
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If you’re not keeping up, Cartoon Network sold off most of its original programming over the last few years to run exclusively on HBO Max, but after a merger with Discovery, HBO has taken them all down, including those that were still in production, for what is long story short a big tax write-off.
And it’s not a simple matter of them just airing or streaming somewhere else now. It’s a very complicated issue of rights and contracts and money but essentially it’s very possible that these shows will never be available again in official capacity and their creators will never see another penny from them again, either. Some completed episodes may also be lost media, indefinitely.
For a couple of series, such as Mao Mao and Infinity Train, Cartoon Network has gone back and scrubbed all tweets, youtube clips or other mention of the series existence, confirming they likely no longer have the rights to take them anywhere else.
The tweet today by the art director of Tig N’ Seek made me saddest.
A lot of people this week have simply given up on their industry careers, seeing years of their life’s work just vanish into a corporate vault overnight. Being able to point to your work on a streaming service had apparently even become a pretty critical part of the portfolios they now rely on to get new jobs.
Streaming media went from an optimistic new frontier to even worse than cable TV so suddenly.
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Should we maybe try turning America off, wait two minutes, then turn it back on to see if that works?
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To turn her from housewife mode to slut mode pull her hair twice in rapid motion.
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This is the friendship post. If you reblog this we're now friends.
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