You asked me not to talk to you, so I won’t. The only way you’ll see this is if you come to my blog. I don’t use this blog so this should stay right at the top. I apologized once before, but I’m afraid I did a crappy job at it. I’ve never been good at eating crow. I’m hoping that right now I’ll be able to at least help you understand the person that I was. I screwed up a lot in our relationship. I put my needs above yours and I hurt you. I’m deeply sorry for that. I contributed to ruining a wonderful thing that we had. You were my best friend and I loved you with my whole heart.
In the past year or so I was diagnosed with ADHD. I now realize that this has had a lot of unintended impacts on my life. My inability to control my focus has led to a lot of distress in school, work, and relationships. I didn’t know it at the time, but I let you become a hyperfocus. I put you on a pedestal and expected too much from you, which led me to resent you when you didn’t live up to my impossible standards. I’m sorry for that. Seeing you made my heart leap for joy (and not only when I had feelings for you) so I got stuck and tried to push that feel-good button without ceasing. That wasn’t right, and I’m sorry. I know I crossed lines I shouldn’t have and that I could have been a much better friend. You deserved better.
I hope that the hurt I caused you has healed or that one day it will fully. I know you don’t want to be my friend again, and I accept that. I just hope you are out there living a life of happiness and love.
You were there for me through one of the worst times of my life, and I will always be grateful for that. My parents divorce, changing my entire belief system and worldview, grad school, and so much more. You got me through it all, and I’ll never forget that. I’ll always be grateful for our friendship, even if it ended badly.
I wish you a life of love, joy, and the fulfillment of all your dreams.
mooching off the government is a good thing actually. what the fuck else are they gonna do with the money? buy more bombs?
If you are paying taxes it’s impossible to “mooch” off of the government. It’s just going “hey, remember that money I gave you? It’s your turn to help me out now.”
It is always impossible to mooch off the government. It is the government’s job to look after its people.
Literally why even have a fucking government if not to take care of people.
I would argue that there is such a thing as mooching off the government.
Like when Amazon steals fucking 129 million dollars in tax rebates despite making 11 billion dollars in profit and not paying one fucking penny of tax.
That’s what ‘mooching off the government’ looks like.
Everything the rich accuse the poor of is another thing they actually do themselves.
Giving someone six geese (a-laying, and thus in full protect-the-nest mode), much less SEVEN SWANS, does not seem to me, to be, per se, an act of true love
“My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love. When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay. Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure. It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening. ‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention. ‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already. He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him. He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence. It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist? I asked him what happened on his adventure. ‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me. ‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look. ‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see? ‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’ ‘And so I did. ‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too. ‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better. ‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me. ‘'Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said. ‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life. ‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me. ‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’ I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter. What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye? ‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’ My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale. ‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’ But I do. I really believe in it. And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.”
if anyone on this website even vaguely implies that this car is shitty i’ll rip the shingles off of the roof of your house. every last one. Look at the chickens they have little bowties and everything
i love writing luke’s tendency to be a feral little man like Yes he’s the savior of the galaxy Yes he’s a pure hearted beam of sunshine BUT he came from a hick town in the Outer Rim with nothing to do but hang out in bars and use ROUSes as target practice AND he shares DNA with anakin skywalker so he can drink Han under the table and thinks traffic laws are a joke send tweet
Luke Skywalker, from a planet that does not have driver’s licenses: Wait, those numbers on the signs are supposed to be your maximum speed? I thought they were a minimum! And, officer, I thought we were just racing. I was confused by your rad flashing lights and your sweet bass-boosted soundtrack.
Traffic Officer, who may be slightly Mind-Tricked and is also not paid enough to deal with a Skywalker today: They are pretty rad, aren’t they?
The okay half of the Star Wars fandom is actually awesome
Context: Our group has been tasked with stealing a golden egg from a well guarded merchant’s mansion during a party and were caught by a rival gang on our way out.
Me (female wood elf ranger): I run down stairs screaming “help brigands in the library they slew the guards”
DM: *rolls dice* no one hears you and the guards are running the other way
Me: I’m running out the front door what do I see?
DM: a well manacures lawn and a cobblestone drive way. The gates are still open. On the other side of the lawn there’s a line of topiaries and manned carriages.
Me: I run towards the carriages.
NPC footman: my Lady, what’s happening inside?
Me: I scream the same thing as before
DM: *rolls dice and chuckles* they scream and hide behind the carriage
Me: *laughs maniacally* I jump in the carriage
Sorcerer: are you doing what I think you’re doing?
Bard:can you even drive a carriage?
Me… I’ve seen it done, it can’t be that hard
DM: roll animal handling
Me: *grinning wildly* 22
DM:as the rest of you make your way out of the mansion you see the ranger barreling towards you driving a carriage
the funniest thing we do to alligators is duct tape their mouths shut when we need to handle them. imagine being a creature so ancient and undefeatable that you haven’t changed in thousands of years being rendered basically defenseless by a piece of plastic
