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I wonder if I'm ever stuck in someone's mind.
On Turning 23
Morteza Yousefi - Hug // 23 - The Warning// Amor Eterno - A² // Drive - Pale Waves// nameless - Bea Guevara // Twenty-three - Nicholas Gordon // Reality Bites (1994) // 23 - Adonis// UNCERTAINTY - huleeb // Good to Be Alive - PVRIS.
*talking about killing a man*
francis: yes, such a shame, i feel bad
henry: of course, but i don't feel so bad that i want to take responsibility for it
francis: oh of course *chugs whiskey* not that bad at all
Thereās a part of TSH that I imagine like The Office:
Bunny, seeing his friends drenched in blood: *screams the screams of the damned*
Henry: Bunny! Bunny, we only hit a deer!! A deer!
Bunny: Oh phew. Oh thatās okay then.
Cuts
Henry (Richardās POV): We obviously had not hit a deer.

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"I was written by a man." "I was written by a woman." That's cute. I was written by Kafka. My life is a horrific labyrinth of confusion, misfortune, existential dread, and chronic self-loathing.
afterall, feeling understood is the greatest form of love.
The judgement in a domestic dispute case allowed a housewife equal share in her husband's property.
Some interesting news from India!
In its verdict, the court said that the wife had contributed equally towards acquiring family assets by doing domestic chores. It said that the "contribution made by either the husband by earning or the wife by serving and looking after the family and children" would mean that "both are entitled equally to whatever they earned by their joint effort". It did not matter in whose name the property was bought - the spouse who looked and cared after the family would be entitled to an equal share in them. The court also held that the woman's domestic labour contributed indirectly to earning the money that enabled the purchase of the assets and that her work allowed the husband to be gainfully employed.
The wife works for 24 hours in various roles, including that of a chef, a "home doctor" and a "home economist", the court said. In the absence of the homemaker's duties, the husband would have to pay for the services these roles provided.
Women's rights lawyer Flavia Agnes called it a "very positive judgement because it recognises women's domestic labour". Malavika Rajkotia, a family and property lawyer, said the verdict was "a very important milestone", one that women had been "trying to evolve and plead in their various cases".
"This is, for the first time, a meaningful recognition of the homemaker's right." So the hope is that the judgement could have a positive impact in future.

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I wouldnāt complain about Henry Winter pushing me off a cliff, but Iād rather it be Francis.
Kya krte ho aisa ki meri yaad tk na aaye
Kya mere sheher se guzarne se darrte ho?
Kyu na aaya khayal mera jab jaane ka faisla kiya
Tum toh kehte the na ki mujhse pyar krte ho?
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Iād like to tell you a little story today about why a lot of problems need social workers, not cops.
a long long time agoā¦like 2010, I worked 2nd shift (2pm-10pm) in a homeless shelter. I worked on a floor specifically for men with addiction and mental health problems. For most of the shift, I was the only staff working. Most of the time, the job was chill to the point of being boring. My job was to do the little things that needed doing, and be always ready to respond if shit went down. Most of the time, nothing much happened.
So one day Iām sitting at my little desk, trying to get up the motivation to organize the food pantry a little bit, and I head SCREAMING.
By the time Iām on my feet, one of the residents was in view. Dude was 6ft 4, with a shaved head, and a SOLID build. He was screaming down the hall, and in his raised fist he had, I shit you not, a blood-covered meat cleaver. He was spattered in blood all over. I knew the man- I knew all the residents. He mostly kept to himself. Sometimes heād talk to me about his hallucinations and paranoid delusions. (no question these ones were delusions, kids. Man eating pythons can not fit in a half inch radiator pipe.) He had a history of getting pretty worked up.
Switch the camera around 180 degrees. I was 120 lbs and 5ft 4 on a good day, and all by my self. Totally unarmed.
Ask yourself- what would an armed cop do in that situation- alone, with a huge man running at them with a huge bloody knife?
Iām not gonna pretend for one second that my fight and flight instincts didnāt kick in. The ancient parts of my brain that exist to protect me from danger by fleeing or killing something saw this and screamed a great big NOPE.
But by this point I had like 8 years of other training, to. De-escalation training. Training on keeping a cool head in a scary situation. Training that reminded me that I was responsible for the safety of the other 17 men who called this floor their home.
Training that told me that this man was my responsibility, not my enemy.
In short, the opposite of what many police departments train their officers in. They are trained to view people as hostile, to treat their beat like a war zone. To act immediately. I wont say none of them have de-escalation training, but I will say itās a bit of a useless add-on when theyāre taught to go with their gut feeling of whether or not a situation is dangerous.
Because my gut sure as hell perceived a danger.
Anyways, I didnāt run, and I didnāt attack. I rooted my feet and I asked him what was going on.
That was when I saw that he was weeping. He was terrified.
He had bought a new cooking knife off the tv- he liked cooking, and had been looking at it. But one of the side effects of his meds made him clumsy, and heād dropped it. Heād sliced open the back of his knee, where thereās a huge vein or artery or something- and was bleeding a LOT.Ā
He was understandably alarmed at the river-like quantity of blood gushing out of him, and had run to the nearest help- me.
In his rush and his fear, heād just forgotten to put the damn knife down.
The other residents had, thankfully, all stayed in their rooms, because a month before Iād got on several peopleās cases for coming out to defend me- with the very best of intentions- during a previous incident. Their motives were good, but de-escalating a situation when other people are ready to throw hands is WAY harder. Iād told them to keep their buts in their rooms unless I actually called for help, and God bless them, every single one of them had done it.
This is the point when I called for help. One of the residents got the first aid kit. One called an ambulance. One gave me the literal shirt off his back because our damn first aid kit didnāt have a tourniquet so we ripped the shirt up to make one.
We helped calm the poor injured guy down, and he got a few stitches, and everybody was proud of how weād come together to help each other out.
Nobody was hurt beyond that one initial injury. Nobody was traumatized. If anything, the guy whoād been hurt was happier, more engaged with the rest of us, having seen that everyone here would take care of him when he was in need. He hadnāt had much care given to him in his life.
So when you see memeās ofĀ ālol what are those social workers gonna do NOW huh?ā please remember that 1) weāve been out here doing this work ANYWAYS and 2) Weāve been doing it unarmed and level headed, which is better than the cops.
Now, does social work ALSO need reform? Does social work ALSO contain racism and ableism and every other social evil? You bet! Just look atā¦like anything to do with CPS to look at how these systems break down.
But do not use social workers de-escalation training as some kind ofĀ āgotchaā to prove we need armed and militant enforcers on every damn corner. And please donāt let others do it, either.
A better way is possible.