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i mean there was a lot going on with the f1 movie but i think the first course of action is to line up brad pitt, joseph kosinski and the entire writing room and have them be hit with a baseball bat by laura mueller for 5 hours straight
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The Lie of Glamorous Caregiving—and the Fierce Truth Behind It
I saw a caregiving commercial today. Soft piano music, a daughter brushing her mother’s hair, both of them smiling like they’re in a Hallmark movie. The tagline was something like “Cherish every moment.” And I swear to God, I almost threw something at the screen.
Because that’s not what caregiving looks like.
Caregiving is wiping your mother’s body when she’s too weak to do it herself. It’s watching her disappear in pieces—first her memory, then her strength, then her voice. It’s arguing with doctors, fighting with insurance, and crying in the car because you can’t scream in the house. It’s being the nurse, the advocate, the punching bag, the saint, and the sinner—all in one breath.
It’s sacred. And it’s brutal.
They don’t show the part where you’re so tired you forget your own name. Or the part where you’re angry—furious, actually—that this is your life now. They don’t show the guilt that eats you alive when you wish it was over. Or the silence that follows when it finally is.
My mom was everything. And caregiving for her was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I did it with love. I did it with rage. I did it because I couldn’t not.
So no, caregiving isn’t glamorous. It’s not a soft-focus commercial. It’s a war. A love story. A reckoning.
If you’re in it, I see you. If you’ve been through it, I honor you. If you’re still healing, I’m walking beside you. You are not weak for feeling broken. You are not selfish for wanting rest. You are not invisible, even when the world looks right through you. What you’re doing—what you’ve done—is fierce, and holy, and real. Keep going. You’re part of a quiet army of love, and you’re not alone.
Source: The Lie of Glamorous Caregiving—and the Fierce Truth Behind It
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the type of ship i fuck with the most

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my god, i crave slowness. deliberate living. conversations that last entire afternoons.
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i'm also looking forward to your girlfriend's bottom surgery
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as a person who lost a loved one to addiction, i would rather have them be able to use safely in a sterile environment with safe equipment, where they can 100% know the drug is not laced with something deadly, and live- than them dying because they didn’t know what the drug contained, or because no one was there to make sure they weren’t ODing, or because they used dirty equipment in a dirty environment.
again more simply put, i would rather have my dead loved one continue using drugs in a safe manner and stay alive, than die the way they did because the stigma around substance use is not only dangerous, but lethal.
harm reduction saves lives.
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I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”
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Weird how “masturbating and falling asleep in the late afternoon” isn’t regarded as a cherished summertime tradition
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The cultural impact of Shrek 2’s I Need a Hero has only one true rival and it’s Twilight’s baseball scene
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the f1 movie is as incorrect about formula 1 as challengers is about tennis the big difference is that challengers is sexy and good and the f1 movie is not
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F1 The Movie: [pitting men together in a montage] Hans Zimmer's pounding score: thump thump thumb BWAAAA me: [turning to my girlfriend confidently] Hans Zimmer's score: [goes climactically silent] me, at a normal speaking tone in the sudden silence: Yaoi.
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love leopard seals. they are so dragon coded. that is an entire mammalian marine wyrm
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