23 y.o. dork | She/her/they/them
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Abraços do Brazil pros Filiprimos 💕💕💕
Do non Brazilians/Filipinos know about Brazilippines…. Brazilians and Filipinos randomly decided that we were two sides of the same coin and have now become besties
Reblog if you 100% okay with a transgender person correcting you if you accidentally misgender them or use their dead name.
please do
My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.
When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.
When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.
To anyone struggling with vaginism and pelvic pain in general, you can do it. Mostly the posts are very negative, so I wanted to share that I made it. It was hard, but I had a beautiful moment free of pain. Don't give up.
*releases pack of dads into home depot* go……be free
I love them 😭😭😭
"Smells like rain."
"Looks like rain, too. Stay close now dear."
"Not going anywhere, Angel."
It rained a lot yesterday.
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The ‘you’re mature for your age’ to sleeping with a bed full of plushies in your mid twenties pipeline is real
Me, the neurodivergent child: *asks a lot of questions because something doesn’t make sense to them*
My neurodivergent mom: *freaking out internally because since I'm her child she has to answer me*
neurodivergent child: *asks a lot of questions because something doesn’t make sense to them*
parent: why are you arguing with me.
A spoon's only objective in life is to make soup go upwards, and it knows this. That's why when you put one under a running tap it blasts the water way high. The spoon thinks there's suddenly TONS of soup to deal with and it freaks out.
Gosh, I hate that brazilian valentine's day is june 12th. I have to be reminded of my awful love life twice a year
Autismo leve pra quem?
i think ppl will enjoy these so im sharing the experience of studying a tbh creature in the wild.... fascinating creatur.......
That was me writing my undergraduate thesis. I had to change the subject and wrote all of it in 7 days. I never knew before that, that if I stay up looking to a screen for too many hours I would get nauseous and start to feel like I was spinning too fast
put down the chat gpt. consume too much caffeine and nicotine and write a paper that you barely understand while you approach hallucination territory from too little sleep and too much raging. engage with academia in the way god intended
thinking about that time i put apple music's french lyrics of chat noir's angsty christmas song into google translate to see what it'd say
And that's how my mother got kidnapped and sold by the hospital director when she was a newborn. We are brazilian but our biological family is half-indigenous
I was at a courthouse once, and saw an indigenous australian woman in a dressing gown very carefully and gingerly making her way down the steps outside the courthouse, surrounded by family who were helping her down the stairs. We asked if she was OK, because she looked awful. She looked like she should have been wrapped up in bed with blankets and hot soup, not on the steps of a courthouse.
One of her family told us that she had given birth yesterday evening, but that Child Protection services had taken her baby away with no warning, claiming that she wasnt prepared to look after him. What had happened, is that she'd literally only just given birth -- hadn't even passed the afterbirth yet, is holding her blood-coated, crying, newborn baby to her chest -- and a nurse asked what her feeding plan was. She was tired from the birth and distracted by the brand new baby in her arms and thrown off by the timing of the question, but still, she managed to answer, and said she planned to breastfeed him whenever he was hungry.
Well apparently that wasn't enough of a plan for the hospital staff, who reported her and claimed that she was unprepared to look after the child, and claimed that had no social supports, and that the baby was at risk if left with her. All because a brand new mother, 30 seconds after giving birth, didn't have a PowerPoint presentation ready to go that cited the timing cycle she would feed her kid on, and instead simply said that she would feed him when he was hungry.
Child Protection services showed up, took her kid, and she was told to show up to court the next day to contest custody if she wanted her baby back.
So a woman who had given birth less than 24 hours prior was forced to rally her family and show up to court to prove that she a) had a feeding plan for the child, and b) had enough social supports to justify reclaiming her baby.
It was one of the most appalling things I'd ever seen. I don't even know if she won her case. They didn't know at the time we saw them, and after that brief interaction on the stairs, i never saw them again. I sincerely hope she got her newborn baby back.
That was about 5 years ago. And the exact same kind of thing is still happening today.
News broke today from a South Australian whistle-blower of the appalling treatment new mothers frequently receive, including hospital staff taking the baby away from the mother "for medical tests," only for the mother to then be told, with absolutely no prior warning, that the baby was not going to be returned to her.
Here's the article, and here are some excerpts:
I'm on this post and I don't like it
She’s a 10 but she lives off of academic validation while simultaneously procrastinating like she’s been promised immortality
Vaginismus/vulvodynia: Sad. Pitiful. Unbangable. Sounds like a disease.
Selective penetrability: Fancy. Sounds like a scientific term. Makes it feel like a evolutionary selected trait.
I'm so sorry to all the gay couples that thought I was judging them. I was staring because you are SO FREAKING CUTE
I thought relationships would get easier as an adult, but everybody seems so numb. No one seems to care about feelings and physical touch became meaningless. I wish someone could sweep me of my feet and make me feel loved like when I was a teen.
