Eff yeah! It's Sunday and that means it's Free Food Market. Come hang out and grab some food. Prevent waste. As always catch us on Sundays by the train tracks on 2nd between S Horton and S Spokane. 12-1.
Thank you @pedaling_relief_project for helping us feed the community
#Freefood #foodnotbombs #EmeraldSeaFoodNotBombs #foodnotbombs #FNB
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i just wanted to apologise for my ask last night, the sp one? i never intended for that to be specifically triggering 'cause i know this subject too often lacks nuance in band spaces & a small inbox doesn't do it justice. thank you for being honest about wanting to distance yourself from that. i've been in the same position as well sadly so i've become hyper-aware of these things instead. i 100% agree that taking a step back for mental health is a good decision! anyway, i hope you're doing well regardless. again, i'm sorry.
Thank you for the apology, but it wasn’t necessary. Like I said, I do believe the topic is an incredibly important one - just not my fight, at least not right now.
And I don’t often bring up my past experiences unless they are related to the topic, so I’d assume most of my followers have no idea that its a sensitive subject for me. It just so happened that it was brought up multiple times this week for various posts/responses/real life conversations, which is a lot more than it normally is for me.
Thank you though for being kind though. I’m doing alright now, I’ve had a lot of different things throughout the day to focus on ☺️. I’m sorry to hear that you’ve been in the same position though, and I hope you are healing and doing well too 💛
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What a night.. honestly i don’t remember any of it. I was wasted! I’m so proud of myself I didn’t drunk text or call him! So that’s a fucking win in my book.
Also I got a 15promax yesterday and this thing suuuccckkkkssss compared to my s23. Android girl 4life. Plus tumblr iOS is not good compared to android. Makes sense why so many people just use the browser instead.
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you were raised in comparison.
it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.
you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.
you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.
what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.
it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.
you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.
you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?
a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.
you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.
it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.
something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.
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