Yall ive been needing new (colder weather) field pants, since my current ones are 7 years old and were like 20 bucks at walmart, so theyre only cotton and literally tearing at the seams at this point. I got them before forestry school and theyve seen most of the usa and 4 other countries and theyre my favorite cargos, but theyre literally starting to fall apart.
Like ive been looking for the right pair for a couple of years already, ive even been wearing my lightweight hiking pants with thermal underwear instead so i dont fully break my favorite ones that are dying on me. All because field pants are super expensive!!
But this summer im working so far north that im like a 2 hour drive from the friggin arctic circle, and its too cold here for the pants i wore in the desert, so i brought my old pants but theyre Ripping At The Inner Seams after one week of field work. So i went to the outdoor gear store here in town yesterday and spent like an hour trying on all the different styles and deliberating on thickness and pockets etc etc.
And i found a pair thats midweight and black and comfortable and they even have short lengths for sale in this nordic country of giants. And it was on sale for like 40% off, and this brand is pricey but really good quality, so i got them and im super happy with them they look awesome and are hopefully gonna last me another 10 years.
But i feel so incredibly guilty about shelling out so much money even for something i genuinely needed. Ive spent so much money on this research trip bc its seasonally sensitive and my funding doesnt arrive until august. And its super illogical and i dont want to annoy my friends and family with my anxiety, so have a long and pointless tumblr post.
Tldr: i bought myself very expensive but needed work pants yesterday and am feeling too guilty to enjoy them properly
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Hey!
I needed to write this. Because you have no fuckin' idea how much you have hurt me. But I won't go down to your level, I'll try to be very gentle while writing this. This is where I will make a huge difference. Even after what you did to me, I'll still be nice to you. I am nice to you.
Since you last hugged me tight and met me on the 1st of July 2022, very confidently claiming "I can never cheat on you. I can't handle you as an individual, it is impossible to manage two". And then, you ghosted me. I tried reaching out to everyone. I begged everyone. I begged just to speak to someone whom I love. Begging for love, huh? I was so miserable and broken, I tried committing suicide.
Yes, I did. You pushed me to the verge where I overdosed but was saved by my parents. I wanted to take my life. This is foolish that I still wanted to reach out to you. But then I saw you making sex tapes since August with some other guy. You have no remorse, and I'll tell you why? You're a cheap, miserable, hypocritical human being who uses humans as tools. When the relationship was stormy, you did the easiest thing instead of fixing it, and that was running away.
You are or were a psychologist, right? You don't have any idea how much you mistreated me? Yes, I was wrong in some places, but I was never wrong to you. All you fucking did was find someone behind my back whom you can now use as a tool now and moved on. If you loved me even an inch of what you always claimed day in and out, you would have the audacity and basic humanity to even talk to me just once. It took you days to get in bed with someone else.
Just to feed your broken self-esteem which is irreparable, btw because to repair, it needs a lot of courage and self-introspection but you are a coward and a terrible human being. Congratulations on hurting me so badly, that now I don't even look up to loving someone ever again! Happy? Why? Because someone did the same to you, right? You had to satisfy your ego and self-esteem.
You to date, gaslight me, make fun of me in front of your loser friends, and whatnot. Do you think your actions would never come back to bite you? Do you really think that way? I still wish you the happiness you want but the only mistake I made was to truly love you, trusted you, ignored all the red flags, and tried fixing you.
Do you really think all the tears I shed every night won't come back to you? We'll see. Take care!
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hi silas i hope ur having a great day ❤️🩹 i’m getting back into country music bc it’s what i grew up listening to as a kid and i was wondering if u have recommendations bc unfortunately a lot of what my dad listens to is the weird nationalist shit </3
oh absolutely! here's some of my playlists (country, folk, rockabilly, cowpunk, etc)
country im into right now (random collection of country i was listening to heavily in 2023)
something ain't right with him...
arthur morgan playlist (for rdr2 but can be listened to on its own! country & folk)
boot stomp (older folk & folky)
best of seeger
gals of country
work (+ hating work) songs
stompin tom connors playlist
weeping willow (heartbroken country)
you can also check out my entire spotify profile for other playlists :-)
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TLDR: im a black trans artist who can use some help right now following the sudden passing of my only sister - her doberman is now the responsibility of my parents and we can use help for his food, supplements, toys etc.
Kofi (help me send Chewy orders to my parent's house)
Wishlist (literally send him things like toys, treats, etc.)
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hey guys
some of you might be aware of this already, but early October, my eldest sibling & only sister suddenly passed away due to a seizure, she had been dealing with epilepsy her whole life.
this has been incredibly difficult for me, and my family. her passing was incredibly sudden, she was only 30.
for the past month or so ive been struggling to find any motivation to draw, and barely able to work.
she was the incredibly devoted owner of a doberman named Remi(Ramsey). Me and my sister traveled 4 hours to pick him up three years ago. He's a goofball who tears up socks and needs constant supervision. My parents love him, but I can tell he is a lot of work for two people who have fulltime jobs and have lived long lives.
I'm going to try to help them take care of him as much as possible, I feel that it's the least we can do to honor my sister's memory, since she loved him so deeply.
My sister always wanted a doberman, for years she would watch videos about dobermans and talk about them to anyone who would listen.
Remi wasn't easy to raise - I shared a room with my sister when she got him in 2020, she still worked a 9-5, five days a week, so I was his nanny for most of his difficult childhood. I was his chew toy for the first year of his life about - but that only made him bond closer to me. If he wasn't following my sister, I was choice #2. Dobermans are "velcro dogs", they were bred to guard their owners, and because of this, they are fiercely loyal. I've been moved out of my parent's place for going on 3 years, and my sister had just moved with Remi out a few months prior to her passing.
A week before my sister's sudden passing, we had to board Remi at my dog daycare job while my family and I took a trip out of state. When dropping him off, although he was happy to see me again for the first time in months, the moment my sister turned her back to him he began to panic. He got through the boarding all right but my coworkers told me he would cry and wait by the door for me or her. When my sister picked him up, they said he jumped all 80+lbs into her arms.
Since my sister's passing, Remi has been directionless. He's with my family, people he trusts, but he's bored, confused, and heartbroken. My sister would often take him to the dog park, social events, on runs, etc. but my parent's can't do that in their age. If my apartment allowed large dogs, I would take him, but I can't, and I see him maybe twice a month if possible.
Ramsey's Christmas List
I made a christmas list for him of things that might help my parents better take care of him. We're trying different food brands out because he struggles with frequent stomach issues, and we can't seem to figure out what food my sister was feeding him. This list is by no means a necessity for him, but I tried to add things to help with his boredom and keep him stimulated when my parents can't give him all their attention.
i do want to state that my family is capable of providing him with the essentials to live, we arent irresponsible. i would just like to help my parents out since a 3 year old 80-90lb doberman is a lot of work to be suddenly placed on them soley. And I worry for his health and well-being sometimes - Remi has a tendency to eat/tear random objects when he's bored.
please consider donating whatever you can. Everything goes directly to him.
thank you for taking the time to read this, and possibly reblog if possible. ❤️
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