Weirddreamsandtea - I Need Some Decent Sleep

One of my fondest memories is from when I was 17. I was going into a small town gas station convenience shop at night to buy an orange soda. I brought it up to checkout and the lovely and awesome transfem working the counter smiled, looked me in the eye, and asked “Do you want to learn how to open a bottle with a lighter?”

Of course I said yes, and then she let me take another orange soda that I could take home. That was the first and last time I ever saw her. I hope she’s out there living a good life <3

When you understand that kids and teenagers being salty about literary symbolic analysis comes from a very real place of annoyance and frustration at some teachers for being over-bearing and pretentious in their projecting of symbolism onto every facet of a story but you also understand that literary analysis and critical thinking in regards to symbolism is extremely important and deserves to be not only taught in schools, but actively used by writers when examining their own work to see if they might have used symbolism unintentionally and to make sure that they are using symbolism effectively:

Spring has sprung!!!

And there is so much pollen in the air…

🌸🌷🌼💐💗

Centopéia pernas de hortelã (Mint Leg Centipede) limpando e cuidando de seus bebês! (Scolopendra sp. Vietnã)

It’s gonna so hard to find a SO, cuz like, people are gonna meetme and be like “oh you’re interesting and pretty” and then they’re gonna walk into my place, see living and dead bugs and bones and be like “OH you’re INTERESTING”

The House

—from creepy things where I live that just ✨make sense✨ pt. 2

So, I just found out what happened there. Apparently, it’s called the demon house. There used to be a family that lived there. Husband, wife, and like 6 kids. They seemed pretty normal. Interracted with the other town people, went to church, and overall, seemed like a decent family. Eventually kids grow up. So, one by one they move out and off to college and everything was pretty normal- except that, eventually, the now elderly couple, stopped going to church and town meetings. The kids never came back for holidays anymore and the couple cut all contact with them. Their dying wish was that nobody would be able to buy the house, not even their children, who they left no inheritance to, not even other family members.

After they died, one of there sons went to stay in the house for a few days, but he left sooner than he was supposed to and developed a heart condition and died soon after. The bank tried to seize the house, they were unable to. Even my neighbor tried to buy the house, or at least some of the things from the property like the wrought iron fence, the windows, etc. She wasn’t able to.

My sister got to see the house before it had collapsed. She looked through the windows and said it was eerie because everything was still inside the house. The beds were made, the fridge was open and stocked with rotten food, there were stuffed animals and toys on the floor in a bedroom, but the room that looked the best was the dining room. It was perfectly set with only a light film of dust.

As for their kids, they’ve never come back to town or have tried to reclaim the house since. It wouldn’t even be worth it at this point.

And, apparently, they had also had a little sister. She had died as a child and her favorite flowers jad been daffodils, but her parents never planted any. Which doesn’t mean much because daffodils tend to wander here, especially onto the property of decrepid houses or places where there used to be a house. But it’s still odd they bloomed in a perfect circle.

"We're the daughters of the witches you couldn't burn."

Oh, shut up! If you lived during the European Witch Craze, you'd be the one accusing the mentally ill woman down the lane of cavorting with Satan, and we all know it, because it's exactly how you behave now. Fuck off.

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I say this with my whole heart, please donate your clothes to women's prisons instead of thrift stores.

When these women are released, some have been incarcerated for 16 years. Nothing fits them, they are released with no money, and something to know about incarcerated women is that their family members are more likely to cut ties with them in comparison to incarcerated men.

An incarcerated woman said to me today that she's so scared because she will have no real outfits when she's released. She doesn't know what she's going to do.

If you're a man even to you, please donate your clothes to women's prisons. The women will be so happy to wear your clothes. Especially things like workwear.

You can look up your nearby women's prison and give them a call. Some of them have programs like clothing closets that people can donate to. I recommend contacting women's prison camps and minimum security facilities because typically these are the facilities that women get transferred to when they don't have as much time left on their sentences.