No Words and No Tune

learning that constantly thinking about and analyzing and interpreting my traumas isn’t actually healing . and don’t get me wrong its made me a very effective communicator and emotionally intelligent person. but actually im supposed to be moving on and experiencing new things and happiness and stuff and not just compulsively reliving and recontextualizing the past. oops!

Holy Frijoles!

I would love to take a narrowboat through this, but possibly not one I was living on. Someone else’s boat. A rental.

BITCH

Best thing my grandfather ever taught me is that you’ve gotta let yourself grunt and groan when you’re doing something difficult. Makes it easier.

My grandpa has been disabled in one form or another since he was in his early 20s and he worked in construction until his 50s. He knows about doing hard things. Whenever I was helping him with moving things as a kid he always told me to grunt and groan real loud about it. Makes it easier, he said. And it does. It always, always does. Making a real loud noise and complaining about it always makes it better.

Orange cat behaviour

there are breasts on my roof. scampering about. wretched

th- there are what

BEASTS BEASTS BEASTS BEASTS BEASTS BEASTS

Hat tip @racheldoinglines !

yeah alright

Scrolled back up half expecting to see @elodieunderglass’s Horrible Things With Legs tag

Never too late to apply one!

@elodieunderglass

Thank you so much. The deliberation and confidence with which this is presented makes me think that that there’s some deeper meaning here. What did handmade watermelon table with duck feet MEAN to its creator? How did they know they had achieved it? Like an archaeological artefact from a lost culture, we can only assume; ritual, perhaps, but for what and whom we cannot know. Intention, like soft tissue, does not readily fossilize. Some objects cannot explain themselves. We can only say: Five hunnert ninety five.

I have to reblog this when it comes back around.

Not the heron we deserve but the heron we need