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Titi ~ Yogini ~ Musician ~ Human
Struggling with dermatillomania & anxiety.
Always open for venting or just a chat!
My cousins left and now I’m so lonely. People write poetry and prose about love loss and what lonely feels like and this is my equivalent. It’s all I know of what lonely is and it hurts so much. I wish I had siblings. Or just more people that hug me more. Or more people who are closer than friends. Or more people that like making constant jokes.
I HAVE THREE WORDS THAT WILL BRING JOY TO YOUR HEART:
little league quidditch
#all brooms fly like 3 feet off the ground#the bludgers are stuffed animals#keepers often get distracted by clouds#the seekers are better at playing tag than catching the snitch#games are over when it’s naptime
the quaffle is a beach ball with a hover charm
Awww this is so cute
Michael Brown’s dad before the burial.
The emotion and all of the sweat…. shit is hard to look at, even if its only a picture
I didn’t want to reblog this because it’s hard to look at, but people SHOULD see it.
We SHOULD see a father mourning his teenage son.
We SHOULD see how a killing like Mike’s can take a toll on not only a community, but a family.
It’s as easy for young black men to become martyrs as it is for them to become victims. They can never just be humans.
We can never just be.
"It’s okay to have weird patches on the bottoms of your feet
And scars where your toes join your soles.
It’s okay to have thick ankles with grooved ladders up the back and places where the razor nicked or missed.
It’s okay if your stubble never goes away and you have more scarred bug bites than freckles and the “definition” on your legs is all lighting.
It’s okay that your thighs are bumpy and big and squishy and thick and strong.
It’s okay if there’s red grooves where they touch and meet your pelvis and the hair there is coarse and short from attempts to keep it away.
It’s okay that your belly is soft even when you flex and your waist isn’t tiny at all and your hip bones will never poke up at your bikini.
It’s okay if your ribcage is big; that’s what holds your heart.
That’s what holds your lungs when you’re sad and giving up and they push you on anyway.
It’s okay if your boobs are little or big or droopy or flat or perky or wide or thin or not there at all.
It’s okay to have big nipples.
It’s okay to have small nipples.
It’s okay to have hairy nipples.
It’s okay that your skin bunches up at armpits; everyone’s does.
It’s okay that you’re covered in skin and thick flesh, scars and freckles, moles and stretch marks and hair.
It’s okay to sweat and smell and forget to brush your teeth sometimes.
It’s okay if your shoulders are huge and you can’t see your collarbone without shrugging and your arms sag and your cuticles are beyond repair.
It’s okay to have flesh between your chin and your jawline, and have acne there and on your temples, forehead, cheeks, chin, and that space right between your (un)tweezed eyebrows.
Hair is okay. All hair and lack thereof is okay.
All of it is okay."
Things to say to yourself in the bathtub (via freeingeileen)
Seriously, the stigma against misunderstood and unknown conditions is incredible. I cannot believe what I’ve been subjected to this evening. This would not have happened if the scene and the subject matter was related to a more well known self harm disorder/method. This is what angers me the most right now.
How can this thing that turned my flesh from smooth creams and tan tones ultimately leave it so permentantly changed. It’s not minor. It’s changed how I think how I act what I believe. It affects how I cope and find releife in this world. Dermatillomania is not minor. It plays a large part in my…
ALRIGHT LISTEN UP IMMA TELL YOU SOME SERIOUS GENDER MARKETING BULLSHIT THAT WENT DOWN TODAY
Today a woman came in to get her 13 year old son’s black iPhone fixed. This thing was totally fucking busted. She was already kind of being bitchy so I’m just trying to reassure her that everything will be fine and shuffle through the paper work so shes on her way. She leaves, I put her phone away till I have time to fix it.
Well come to find out that we were completely out of black screens until next week’s shipment. So I put on a white screen for now and reassure her that when we do get black screens in that I will call her and we’ll put the new screen on for free. Better to have a temporary mixed match phone then a broken one right?
This woman proceeds to flip her shit. “WE CAME HERE TO GET WHAT WE HAD FIXED!” I calmly explain to her that there is nothing I can do about the color for the time being. The son is totally fine with this and obviously embarrassed by his mother’s outburst. The woman snatches the phone, sneers at it, and then shoves it back into my hands and says “NOW IT LOOKS LIKE A GIRL’S PHONE! I AM NOT GIVING THIS TO MY SON!”
At this moment I turn to her and say. “I don’t undersand? How is it a girl’s phone now?”
"Well it was BLACK and now its WHITE!!" She gestured dramatically at the screen like I couldn’t fucking see it.
"How is white a feminine color?"
She huffs and explains that she refuses to take the phone until the color is changed. The 13 is now rapid fire “its fine its fine” cause he just wants his phone back. But she keeps refusing but I finally tell her again that we will change the phone for free when we get black screens and that shes not allowed to keep it here.
The point of the matter is that this woman almost refused to even take back the phone BECAUSE OF ITS COLOR. Mind you its not even anything like pink or purple. ITS. WHITE.
A SUBURBAN WHITE WOMAN TURNED RED IN THE FACE WITH ANGER BEAUSE SHE THOUGHT WHITE WAS TOO GIRLY FOR HER SON.
the fuck is up with moms policing their sons’ masculinity
I just feel really bad for the kid. That’s fucked up.