Thistle24lilac7 - Awana

Somewhere else I'll see 👀 our days be like a blossom🌸 booming all around you so bright.

- goblin

I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

- Daphne du Maurier

I want my kids to see how much their father and I love each other.

I want them to see us share random kisses in the kitchen. I want them to see how excited I am when he walks through the door. I want them to see us always holding hands in public. I want them to see us slow dancing in the kitchen in our pajamas late at night. I want them to know that no matter what, they will always have the stability of mom and dad loving each other. Even though in their young brains they'll think it's gross how affectionate we are, I hope they'll carry on those memories and use us as an example of madly loving your spouse no matter what.

Always

wants to do.

hey do you wanna go to the park and sit on the swings and look at the moon together

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

Men So Ghastly

Our brothers that supported and cheered for us When did they turn into mysogynists who leered at us When do sons turn into the very monster mothers warn their daughters about When do the boys we played with start believing in the words some idiots spout How can he be a doting father a moment and a bloody molester in the next Since when was stalking romantic, was consent only to be found in an old text I ask a question, so many whispered to their soul so quietly How did the boys so lovely, grow into men so ghastly? Was it the society that poisoned young minds to force us apart Did it shape those malleable minds into an axe that cleaves our heart Was it the wrong parenting, that somehow instilled these ideas of superiority Gave their children the ridiculous notions of being the ultimate authority But then how did siblings grow up to have ideologies so different The fault never truly laid solely at the feet of their parent If they were born that way then how do brothers differ so. If it's the peer pressure then where did the conscience go? Should the question be flipped to look at what some did right? Instead of only looking for the faults of the ones that went off the light These men that respect everyone, where were they brought up? These that talk instead of hitting when a disagreement does flare up I hope for a world where they aren't like a needle in a haystack A world where women don't always have a set of eyes on their back A world where the girls can play into the night with the boys Where a girl doesn't lose her innocence at an age to play with toys

-Sharma

A gentle reminder for when things don’t feel okay. The sun will shine on you, and the moon will smile at you, and things will feel okay again with time. ♡

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Guys? I think I'm really tired. Sometimes I just sit listening to people and I think: "I really wish I could hear you..." You know? Like with my own ears. I wanna listen to your voice completely unaided by technology. I wish I could hear what you sound like with my own ears. I just wanna hear you without everything sounding so dulled like it's underwater. It's been so freaking long since I really heard someone and I really just wanna hear you talk. I just wanna hear you talking, not even saying much, just talking. For hours and hours if you have the time. And I wish I could say things back and not stutter and sound like an idiot. I wish I could carry a conversation like other people can. I wish I could freaking talk. But I can't talk to you about all the crazy things I think of or listen to all the dumb things you have to say because some guy thought that it was more important for them to drink and drive than it was for me to be able to tell you the joke I heard yesterday the way I heard it said. I just really wish that accident had never freaking happened.

18.11.2021—still writing, but taking things relatively chill to focus more on resting and taking good breaks