#^ coping

[isa-ah]

Do you know where you guys want to immigrate to? I kind of want to stay because I don’t want to abandon the people in this country that don’t have the means to leave but I’m aware that it might get more dangerous. And I don’t know where I would consider going.

god thats a long answer but im gunna try to make it short. spain is somewhere weve been discussing moving since the beginning of our relationship almost a decade ago. hes been working his ass off to get a good enough remote job to qualify for the digital nomad visa, which is our best shot short term.

long term, were likely going to apply for croatian citizenship. he has roots there and all we need is to dig up the last couple pieces of the paper trail to start the process. theyve waived reclamation requirements like knowing the language so we can learn that as we go. if he gets citizenship, i also do by extension (they dont recognize gay marriage but they do recognize domestic partnership, which has most of the same rights and would extend to me in this case too) and then we can live wherever in the eu we end up. but that process can take years, so its the slowburn. hes really excited to get in touch with that part of his family tree tho, its been a huge special interest for him since he was a kid<3

my mother in law has said that if we cant get together what we need to leave before trumps administration starts, shes going to drive us all down to mexico and well just stay on the 180 day visa and renew as needed. i dont like that idea much because it means having to not only dip into the southern us regularly, but dealing with the borders which are just going to keep getting worse, but im sure wed enjoy being there otherwise.

it really just comes down to the fact that were broke as fuck, always have been, come from long lines of poverty at that, and you need savings, income and equity to do these things. our hands are tied until something changes.

[sakitenmaenjoyer]

rui5 is gonna be a hakolim, bloomfes, or both. trust

[ainecdote]

the thing about bg3 is it's a story about bodily autonomy that refuses to acknowledge it's a story about bodily autonomy

[twig-gy]

I DID SOMETHING. WHICH IS GOOD

[thistlecore]

anime icon in 2023 im an adult and can fucking do what i want

[909th]

all my clothes have holes and are falling apart omg tgis is so grunge u guys

[aryshacore]

(｡• ̀д•́) 人(。・-・。”) they are homiesexual your honor

[great-and-small]

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.

[jesusinstilettos]

I’m about to save you thousands of dollars in therapy by teaching you what I learned paying thousands of dollars for therapy:

It may sound woo woo but it’s an important skill capitalism and hyper individualism have robbed us of as human beings.

Learn to process your emotions. It will improve your mental health and quality of life. Emotions serve a biological purpose, they aren’t just things that happen for no reason.

1. Pause and notice you’re having a big feeling or reaching for a distraction to maybe avoid a feeling. Notice what triggered the feeling or need for a distraction without judgement. Just note that it’s there. Don’t label it as good or bad.

2. Find it in your body. Where do you feel it? Your chest? Your head? Your stomach? Does it feel like a weight everywhere? Does it feel like you’re vibrating? Does it feel like you’re numb all over?

3. Name the feeling. Look up an emotion chart if you need to. Find the feeling that resonates the most with what you’re feeling. Is it disappointment? Heartbreak? Anxiety? Anger? Humiliation?

4. Validate the feeling. Sometimes feelings misfire or are disproportionately big, but they’re still valid. You don’t have to justify what you’re feeling, it’s just valid. Tell yourself “yeah it makes sense that you feel that right now.” Or something as simple as “I hear you.” For example: If I get really big feelings of humiliation when I lose at a game of chess, the feeling may not be necessary, but it is valid and makes sense if I grew up with parents who berated me every time I did something wrong. So I could say “Yeah I understand why we are feeling that way given how we were treated growing up. That’s valid.”

5. Do something with your body that’s not a mental distraction from the feeling. Something where you can still think. Go on a walk. Do something with your hands like art or crochet or baking. Journal. Clean a room. Figure out what works best for you.

6. Repeat, it takes practice but is a skill you can learn :)

[puckspoetry]

POV: you wake up from a mouse bite induced coma

[rotatevacuum]

#ще й і іграшка-обіймашка для сну!! (@kawoid) так!!

[undercovercannibal]

The Daily Show | Nov. 6 2024

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[personaglitch]

"Self insert characters are cringe"

Bro I'm trying to survive capitalism with maladaptive daydreaming. Leave me alone.

[gothghostiie]

price with reader who never got much attention as a kid/growing up??

very self indulgent but hear me out. price is a lover man. he takes his time for his partners, gives them what they need, even if he's busy. you on the other hand are simply used to being put aside, people only listening to you half heartedly, not looking at you and getting distracted when you talk, other things were always more important than you and you felt that. you got used to it, it's normal to you.

but when you're with price he's the total opposite. he looks at you intently when you talk (if not hes leaning his head towards you so he hears you better), putting things down when you ask him something - hes attentive. he listens. and its absolutely strange to you, it makes you feel flustered, kinda watched. at some point you ask him why hes looking at you like that, the tv running in the backround. he furrows his eyebrows at you, with a confused chuckle. "what do you mean, love?"

"you're starin' at me." you accuse him, your cheeks getting hot.

"you're talkin' to me. where else would I be looking?" he jokes with a soft chuckle, wondering what the hell you're on about.

"your show's on." you say, gesturing to the tv. he looks at you like youve got three heads.

"I'm listening to you, love."