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I wish that I had ears that tipped back when I yawned like a cat’s ears do. I think that would be really cool

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Have I told Tumblr of the Canadian Shield? The parody of Captain America that my mom and I made up who is named after a North American geographic region? We had been watching a bunch of superhero movies at the time and discussed how hard it would be to file an insureance claim for like “a supervillain smashed my car”, so that’s his job. He goes around after the superhero fights and helps people file their insurance paperwork, and if they don’t have insurance he makes sure that the right paperwork gets filed with the government superhero agencies so they can get reimbursed

#do I have a tag for these guys?#NASHA #if not then I do now

acutelesbian

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

fat-thin-skinny

this fucks me up every single time

acutelesbian

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

acutelesbian

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

fat-thin-skinny

this fucks me up every single time

acutelesbian

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

(non-romantic) date idea: we go to the cathedral and I impress you with my detailed knowledge of the stained glass windows

#this window represents the gift of music so you can see the words of the Kyrie and the Magnificat and also that's Saint Gregory #who Gregorian chant is named after #this one is the gift of science and that's a piece of the moon and it was put up in honor of the Apollo 11 mission #this one is the gift of writing and you can see Milton there and that's Dante #you can tell by the laurel wreath #here is Ruth and this window shows agriculture #there's debate over if that tractor under the person baking bread there on the right is a Deere or a Harvester #although it's a Deere clearly #This was part of the second era of cathedral windows #and this one is part of the third #that's a piece of the pentagon #that altar piece is made of shrapnel #that's the grave of the first bishop of washington #that's the grave of Woodrow Wilson #that is where MLK preached his last sermon from #this is the war and peace window #this is the Lewis and Clarke window #this is the America the Beautiful window #there used to be a window of Robert E. Lee here but now it is this civil rights window #these pennies in the floor represent the states that fought in the civil war #these bosses represent the Nicene Creed #there's a cat and mouse carved into that wall #this is the first chapel that was built #this window depicts the doors to heaven and hell #these windows are out of order #they were originally intended to be the other way around #this window shows the battle of Midway #this window shows the execution of Nathaniel Hawethorne #this window shows the ride of Paul Revere #This window has a crucifixion scene but St. John is replaced with a soldier and the Virgin Mary with a mother who lost her son to war

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robogrind

love the word fruitless. arguing with you is like if there was no apples involved whatsoever

robogrind

you're bountiless you stupid bitch

marzipanandminutiae

just because this deserves its own post:

dressmakers, tailors, cosplayers, historical costumers, and generally any people who sew are artists

people who work with fiber (knitting, crocheting, etc.) are artists

embroiderers are artists

weavers are artists

lacemakers are artists

shoemakers are artists

leatherworkers are artists

textile, clothing, and fiber arts are still art forms, even though they’ve historically been devalued in many societies

credit. all. artists.

pawberri

Lunar new year is coming up so I drew this based on the beautiful fat horse sculpture in nanjing

#I love her she is beautiful

zoazoaa

If you are attracted to a girl it's important to show her sinister artifacts and relics

#or if you want to be friends with her

I feel you, Saint Peter

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I feel you, Saint Peter

visenyaism

Marylanders don’t say hi hello how are you my name is they just try to kill you with their car. which is of course a great honor in their culture

#m*ryl*nd

strawberrydykke

opened up ravelry to look at patterns and the very first thing i saw was

The Garment by Robert Cole

littlebirdinagarden

I had to immediately look for myself and I feel like this post needs the addition of the very first line in the pattern description

wigfucker

Let your foppish friends influence you <3

#I do love being one and influencing people to find their own styles and dress wjth more pizzazz

Why do things hurt

This is unfair

I have done no sewing in the past two days and yet I still have sewing neck pain

Which is giving me a headache

Injustice

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Made a vaugely ancient Greek-chilton type thing for Marie so now she is a clothed mole rat

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