#peachie posts

Someone pls talk to me about Stardew Valley 🥺🥺🥺 I am in love with this game

Growing up in the American School System when you’re marketed as a “gifted kid” and “a pleasure to have in class” quickly helps students assume that their only valuable traits are being able to learn quickly and not being a bother. So when those “gifted kids” start falling behind with subjects they don’t automatically grip onto as they have before their confidence and sense of worth takes a hit. But instead of reaching out for help, they suffer and struggle alone because another core part of their self worth is not being a bother to their teachers and authority figures, and that’s the only other thing they can grip onto. And that’s how you get former “gifted kids” who seemed so promising to stumble and fall during high school and ultimately come out hating education, because their sense of self worth balanced on two unsteady beams that it shouldn’t have been left in on the first place.

yeah i’m likely no longer going to use this blog because i’m not really in the phandom anymore but i’m too attached to it to take it down soo

Since the Littles got one, so do the caregivers. Y’all need to actually speak up. So many caregivers just go with the flow of what their Little need and disregard things that concern them or things they don’t enjoy. You can’t be irritated that your little demands more of your attention than you can give if you never tell them that. You can’t be angry that your little pushes your buttons in ways you don’t like if you don’t tell them that. So many of you in a desire to be laid back and unopressive simply end up unhappy in your relationships as a caregiver because you haven’t put your own boundaries in place. You’re not doing yourself any favors by doing whatever they need without considering how you feel, all you’re going to do is end up resenting your little and feeling disappointed in your relationship.

Even though I know my little space isn’t gross or bad in anyway, I don’t think I’m interested at all in telling my friends about it, honestly. I’m not interested in having the conversation about why I do this, or what that entails, or how I do it. And honestly it’s not really their business. My little space is a private coping mechanism for me, outside of this blog of course.

Honestly, sometimes sitting on the word non-binary just doesn’t feel right, but every time I start to delve into more specific identities the more I just break because it feels like no matter what I won’t ever find the specific identity that explains how I feel and it makes me feel hopleslessly lost as a person and it makes my sense of identity feel even more clouded. I know labeles aren’t everything, but sometimes I wish there were pretty boxes to fit in.

Sometimes I just get filled with so much serotonin I just don’t know what to do with myself.