headlessMoth

I should run for president so the media can find my tumblr posts and show them to america

​i was once being blackmailed so violently on Tumblr that the fbi got involved, and I will tell you right now: in the deathmatch between the fbi and the Tumblr search function, the fbi did not win. They ghosted me and I continued toget blackmailed for years after that.

i have a disease that makes me see every female character as a lesbian and its called being smarter than everyone

[ image id: a screenshot of an answer to a question regarding dementia. the question asks “how do i answer my dad with dementia when he talks about his mom and dad being alive? do i go along with it or tell him they have passed away?” the answer, written by david mcphee (ph.d. psychologist, therapist) is as follows:  “enter into his reality and enjoy it. he doesn’t need to be ‘oriented’. thank god the days are gone when people with advanced dementia were tortured by huge calendars and reminders signs and loved ones were urged to ‘orient’ them to bring them to some boring reality. if dad spends most of his time in 1959, sit with him. ask him questions he didn’t have time for before. ask about people long dead, but alive to him, learn, celebrate heritage. his parents are alive to him. learn more about your grandparents. if he tells the same story over and over, appreciate it as if it’s music, and you come back to the beautiful refrain. this isn’t ‘playing along to pacify the old guy’, this is an opportunity to communicate and treasure memories real but out of time.”  / end id ]

My great-aunt Ivy (born 1920) was the oldest daughter in a family of 10 children, and when in her 90s she had advanced dementia, she spent a lot of time fretting that she had to get home in time to meet 'the boys' (her younger brothers) from school. When asked, she knew exactly how old she was, but that reality sat alongside and blurred into the other reality, in which it was the 1930s all over again and her little brothers, now long-dead, were on their way home from school and she as the big sister had to be there to look after them. Pointless to even try to convince her otherwise, that would do nothing but distress her, but asking questions and encouraging her to talk about her brothers always calmed her. And we learned so much about their lives back then that we'd never known before.

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i glance at my tumblr mutual reblogging from me again.. blushes and looks away..... my trasured mutual, you mysterious and charming being.....what are we? i hope... maybe someday, we could be something more... something like..discord friends

"can I DM you?" babe we're mutuals, we can touch tongues if you want

literally drinking a beer by the lake and still opened tumblr. some of us are beyond saving