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me: i don’t understand why ppl are so mean to each other.. why can’t we all just get along?

me: *thinks about someone i hate* fuck that stupid bitch

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Oh How I’ve Grown

I don’t really know where I’m going with this but boy has life taught me some shit. It’s interesting, I never really thought that I’d be where I am today. I always thought that as much as  I dreamed to be on the other side of the country, it was just that-- a dream. But, here I am, being an adult. LOVING my job and I couldn’t be more fortunate to have gotten here so early in life. I know that having done so will help me to grow as a person in more ways than one. As much as I miss being away from my mom and the rest of my family, there’s something about just doing it on my own that has a remarkable feeling of both satisfaction and happiness. And to add to that, I have a new outlook on myself after my previous, and most serious, relationship. As much as I miss him, as angry as I can sometimes get that it’s over.....I wouldn’t take any of it back. I’m totally heartbroken over him and I can’t seem to get away from that. BUT, life has been so good to me since. Because of him I know what I want. Because of him I know what it’s like to be in love. Because of him I have the best dog in the fucking world. Because of him I am where I want to be. There is SO much good that came from him but I often get lost in the heartbreak of it all, which then causes me to pick apart pieces of us that were entirely human. I don’t know what happened in this post but I’ve been needing to write for a loooong time, so there’s my word vomit for now. Taking the tiny steps to get back to that part of me that has always been there, that part of me that loves to write. 

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So while I was getting my haircut, the lady asked me if I had other plans for the day and I said:

“I’m just going to pick up the boy from daycare and then it’s date night.”

And the lady says “Oh! How old is he?”

“He’s three.”

“Mine too! Where are you registering him for kindergarten it’s such a hassle-”

And that’s when I realized I said “boy” and not “dog” because I always think of Charlie as “good boy” but this slip up has lead to a miscommunication.

The lady is now 6 minutes into a clearly needed rant about how unnecessarily complex shopping for schools is, esp when you have a neurodivergent child, so I can’t just tell her that Charlie is a dog because then she’ll feel awkward for unloading on me and she clearly has enough going on.

So the rest of the haircut became a game of “how much can I say about Charlie without revealing that he is not a human child?” And the answer is “enough to cover a half hour hair appointment, quite possibly several hours worth if I’m specific enough”

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simultaneously wishing i were a woodland fairy, a maiden in the scottish highlands who is actually a selkie, a victorian naturalist who scandalously wears pants, a 1960s schoolgirl by the sea, a friendly forest witch, a reef-dwelling mermaid, a ghostly gothic heroine, or maybe a cat

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Secret hobbit holes from @shaun_jeffers at @hobbitontours.  

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Photo by Brent Millard

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to the prankster who put “the moon” as the address on their online pizza delivery order: thanks a whole dang lot. i was up there for like ten minutes just aimlesly waiting, ringing the doorbell, kicking moon rocks around

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