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Nah cuz i fake it till i make it constantly. Tbh acting like you know everything without being arrogant about is such a level up for ya self esteem

anyone else get the constant fear that there are unspoken social rules you dont know about (especially in new situations, like when i first started taking the bus, i was afraid i was doing it wrong lol) so youre just always on edge and kind of… watching how other people act so you can copy the “correct” thing to do

One sign that I really have commitment issues is that I am rn in the phase of letting my hair grow again.

But hey what can I say my mum said „You wont do this you are not able to actually go through it you will just cut them again.“

I am spiteful okay, i will let them grow until i have shown her i can do it!!!!

Also i just want linger hair cuz its kinda easier to handle and i dont want my pixie anymore....after only 10 weeks of having it..

Update: So i decided to let them grow again

Sapien

homo

I fucking love this

Why the hell is this laid out like a meme

Thought: I do NOT think that 50% of the world’s billionaires should be women. I think there shouldn’t be any billionaires at all.

So you are saying 0% of the world should be billionaires?

Wait half a year, it will go away 

I'm actually excited to get home and switch jobs and all that, it honestly feels like my life is somehow starting "for real"

like, for once I'm finally 100% in control. and im gonna make the most of it.

I absolutely hated that, as a toddler i threw up if someone tossed me around and as a little kid i was so afraid of falling down?? lmao i was never trusted the ppl around me.

there’s nothing purer or better than how much kids enjoy being picked up and then hurled at soft surfaces

i take that personally

daydreaming is often a coping mechanism for people who are often lonely or don’t receive a good amount of love in their life, so they make people inside their heads that will love them so they can feel the right amount of love.

True tho

i mean to be fair we kinda don't deserve content anyway

I went through depression, and i am not suicidal anymore and i am not depressed anymore

But i still have depression, it wokt ever go away, it didnt even after all these years. There is still this little thought back in my mind where i hate me and everything and judt dont want to live.

Its sealed and hidden, but it exists and it wont go away. And it can come back.

Depression is sometimes everywhere obvious

Or in the back of someones mind, coming back at moments of happiness

Everyones journey is different. Do not judge just because you do not see, do not hear and are not ask.

You say all the suicidal people are just in the phase,

No one of them is depressed or going through a stress.

And I don’t know when you would ever understand

That you’re just ignorant and don’t want to comprehend.

If i said I am one of them would you even care

Or would you repeat all the words from above there?

If i said I’m suicidal would you say im in denial

And my sad mood can’t be serious because you don’t see this?

I really want to change your mind and open up your ears

But even if i do so would it change a thing? Because i feel like it won’t.

Though i know you love me but can you say it once at least

Or is this issue that I, too, will be dealing with?

d.a.

Thats a big as mood.

Reading this just made me mad as hell lmao

Basically

i feel called out

People as decades-

1920s- Star gazing, dances like nobody’s watching, beautiful but doesn’t know it, rainy days, shy, old books, night time drives in the summer, fairy lights, pale skin, drinks tea

1950s- Flawless makeup, amazing singing voice, thick hair, sweetest person you know, mesmerizing eyes, always has snacks, seems shallow but is really nice, sunrises, the smell of lavender, insecure

1970s- Lots of plants, the most amazing jewelry, down to earth, polaroid pictures, soulful, sun kissed skin, plays acoustic guitar, talking into the late hours of the night, beautiful hair, paints

1980s- True crime, colorful wardrobe, game nights with friends, great with animals, candles, contagious laugh, soft music, walks on the beach, bold, writes poetry

1990s- Scrunchies, coolest shoes, movie marathons, baking, adventurous, a leader, sleepovers, fueled by coffee, hilarious, dyed hair, always on the move, dusk, always smells good

2000s- Cotton Candy, acts confident but is scared, walks through the woods, constantly tired, perfect nails, massive cd collection, never knows what’s happening, singing in the car, soft blankets

Reblog with which one you are!

My stepfather is a doctor and his opinion is „many of those would be healthier if they wouldnt be so fat“ i asked him „well whats about an illnes that makes you overweight, like if you have to take medication and thats what makes you gain weight“ he had the guts to say „Well maybe then they should do more sport so they wouldnt have gotten ill in the first place“

O M F G

Radical idea: Doctors should give fat patients the same amount of care and thought they would give to thin patients.

Omg i am always so imsecure about that because i have an accent and most of the times i have read the words, know what they mean but mispronounce them because i never heard them. Like hypocrite i always said it like hay-po-crait

look man im a native english speaker and i’ve been mispronouncing a crap ton of words because i never looked up the pronunciation for any of them but if you make fun of how a foreigner pronounces an english word either because of their accent or having never heard that word before i will fucking fight you because english has shitty pronunciation rules and none of them make sense fuck off

“Queer people exist. Choosing not to accept them is not an option. To anyone watching this that isn’t out, it’s okay. You’re okay. You were born this way, it’s right, and anyone that has a problem with it is wrong. Based on your circumstance, you might not feel ready to tell people yet or, that it’s safe, and that’s fine too, just know that living your truth with pride is the way to be happy. You are valid, it gets so much better, and the future is clear. It’s pretty queer.”

— Daniel Howell, “Basically I’m Gay”

🙈👀 what if we kissed 😘 in a long-term loving relationship 😳😏

E X A C T L Y

Want to hear a hot take?

Exactly.

Team “not actually oblivious to flirting, just terrified of appearing presumptuous” represent.

Same

i like to get inspired and then not act on it and waste away in my bed

im crying

YES

As a capricorn I want a women who doesn't beg me to save her. Who doesn't murk my still waters. Who sees my strength and depth without showing hesitation. Who understands my fear and anxiety are not on the surface but constantly circling under waiting to feed and I am no ones solution. I am not a mother. I have given enough life to these hoes.

It’s so hard to believe that one day I’ll have a future.

I’ll be living on my own, in a house with a person that I’ll love, possibly with some kids, a stable job, a decent social life, a normal income, and tons of beautiful memories that I may remember for the rest of my life.

I’ve spent my entire childhood and teenage years almost certain that I would have killed myself before I turned 20. I was on here at the age of 13 reblogging the most depressing things and constantly talking about how I wanted to die.

Things have gotten better. I haven’t experience a lot of life, but now I still get to.

I’m 21 now and I’ll be graduating college in May. It might not come instantly, but the rest of my life is right ahead of me. This is real.

Life works in crazy ways, man.

yes pls

can I just skip to the part in my life where I’m covered in tattoos, working my dream job, traveling, and married to the girl I love

Ugh it is, you know I live my lif elike this right now, I would like to be a teacher, but I dont wanna study, so I will finish my apprenticeship and then first of all go to Africa, after that I might work part time and start working on becoming a teacher. Or Ill just stay in Africa if I do like it there.

I'm kind of really not on board with spending the rest of my life in an office

like, the idea of waking up at 6 every day, working from 8 to 17 and then going home just to have dinner and go to bed, and occasionally taking a week off to take a vacation??? I hate it. That's not how I wanna live my life. It sound ask suffocating and I have no idea how I could ever be happy like that.

Humans are weird and frustrating

An Alien’s observations on a Human subject.

~ Alien: “Human, why have you played this strange vocal frequency ten times?”

Human: “This is my emotional support song.”

*Later*

Alien: “Human, you are not feeling well! Allow me to play ‘Your emotional support song.’

Human: "Nah, now I’m sick of that song.”

~  A: “Why do you keep such a small blanket? This does not cover you, and you have many blankets that do.”

H: “It’s my baby blanket. People like to keep stuff from when they were babies.”

A: “But it serves no functional purpose!”

H: “It serves an emotional purpose.”

~  H: “This show’s not as good as remember. I remember loving this as a kid!”

A: “You remember it differently!?”

H: “Guess I had lower standards back then.”

A: “They were even lower?”

~ A: “Human, you have played the same disc of fictional entertainment fifteen times now.”

H: “And I enjoy it each time!” ~  A: “Human, I thought this vocal frequency made you terribly ill!”

H: “This song still slaps. I just needed a break from it.” A: “The frequencies can injure you…”

I had not realized how small our worlds must feel to the humans until I walked on one of theirs and realized how small I felt. Their ceilings arched high above even their heads, their buildings rose past the horizon, and their seats could fit me comfortably underneath. When I first arrived, I made the mistake of assuming a chair was a resting hide and settled underneath the sturdy metal to rest before resuming my search for the research lab. The hallways and streets seemed endless, full of looming humans and their unfairly long legs. My tentacles were not meant for this much land travel and they ached. I let my skin fade to the dusty gray of the soft fiber mat as I stretched out my remaining main tentacle. It had to work harder to move me because of the loss of my left main tentacle, and it was beginning to twinge.

A large face suddenly leaned down in front of me. I went blue in fear.

“Hey there, you alright?”

“Yes, I was just resting.”

“Okay, you looked like you were hiding and I wondered if you needed help.”

I hesitated, unsure about showing weakness to another being. But humans were strangely helpful creatures; it should be alright. “I am a bit lost.”

“Yeah? Where you headed?” The human crouched down onto the floor so that they could see me better. I wondered how they had spotted me with my skin matching the floor pattern.

I pulled out the scrap of paper with the address written on it and showed it to the human. “Here. I was told to go there, but I can’t find it.”

The human tapped on their tablet for a moment before baring their teeth. “Oh! I know the place! It’s just four blocks away. I can take you there.”

I contracted nervously. I did not like the reminder that humans were omnivores so close to myself. “Um. If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Not at all!” They slung a pack off of their back and held it out to me. “Hang onto this.”

I hesitantly wrapped my tentacles around the pack and flashed in panic when they swung it up into the air and onto their back.

“You all right up there?”

I gurgled affirmatively as the human started walking, their long limbs eating up the ground far quicker than I would have ever managed. This was… unexpected but very welcome. The fact that their first instinct was to attempt to carry another being was interesting. Sure, I was much smaller than them, but they had no way of knowing how dense I would be. I could weigh 60 pounds for all they knew, but they hadn’t hesitated to try.

“So why are you headed to the research center, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I was told they would research how to give me a new tentacle if I volunteered.” I clung tighter to the pack as they turned abruptly down the walk.

“Me too! They gave me a new leg!” The human knocked their knuckles against their thigh with a hollow thudding sound.

I flashed in fascination. They were carrying me with no apparent difficulty and without any noticeable change in their walking pattern. “Did it hurt?”

“It took a bit of getting used to, but it doesn’t hurt near as bad as the old ones did. The Center knows their stuff.”

“That is very reassuring. Thank you.” I could probably deal with a little pain if it meant regaining some mobility.

“No problem. Here we are!” he walked through a set of massive automatic glass doors and twisted his neck so he could try to look at me. It must be tiring to have to move ones whole head instead of just eyestalks. “You need any water?”

“Um. Yes, please.” My skin was feeling a bit dry.

“He went to a large, glowing machine and punched a few buttons. The machine groaned and there was a terrible thumping noise before a bottle of water fell into a slot on the bottom. He picked up the bottle and held it over his shoulder so I could reach it. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” I tucked the bottle against my body with a minor tentacle to absorb later. I didn’t want to risk spilling water on the helpful human.

The humans walked over to a large desk and attracted another human’s attention with an open hand gesture. “Hi! Yeah, my friend here wants to volunteer. Can you set him up an appointment?”

The secretary looked around for a moment before noticing my eyestalks hovering over the human’s shoulder. They bared their teeth. “Hi, My name is Felicia. I can make an appointment for you no problem. For now, would you be willing to accompany me to a waiting room and fill out some paperwork?”

The human carrying waited for my ‘yes’ before slinging the pack off of their back and gently lowering me to the ground. “you good?”

“Yes. Thank you very much for your assistance.”

“No problem, my dude. Hope they can set you up!” The human waved their open hand at me and headed out the front door.

Felicia walked around the desk with a clipboard in hand. “Are there any accommodations we can provide for mobility, comfort, or safety?”

I flashed in confusion. What an odd question. But yet… “Is it far to the waiting room?”

Their eyes glanced between a point far away and then down at me. “Relatively. Would you like a wheelchair?” They spun their clipboard to face me and it’s surface presented a picture of a seat with wheels, and then an illustration of a being using the device to move from one point to another.

“Yes, please.”

They nodded crisply and went back behind their desk, reemerging with a wheelchair rolling in front of them. I managed to slip up onto the seat and settled in. As soon as I was secure, Felicia began pushing the wheel chair along a hallway. We passed maybe eight doors before they stopped and wheeled me into a room with a much lower ceiling than the entrance area. They parked the chair by a table and set the clipboard down in front of me along with a calling device.

“The first few pages are information packets. This room is not monitored and we will not prevent you from leaving at any time. If you wish to contact someone, you may do so. If you wish to speak to a non human representative, we will do our best to accommodate you. After you finish the information packets and make your decision, please fill out the questionnaires.” They bared their teeth and folded their hands behind their back in what I assumed was a nonthreatening gesture. Very contradictory, these humans.

“If you need any assistance, simply press this button and a volunteer will come to assist you. Is there anything you need at this moment?”

“No, thank you.”

They nodded and left the room, closing the door softly behind them. I flattened a portion of my body into a dish shape and poured some of the water into the dip so it could absorb through my skin while I looked through the paper work. Which, apparently ‘paperwork’ didn’t actually mean ‘work on paper’ as I had assumed. The clipboard was actually an industrial grade tablet. The first page on the tablet was a list of questions that asked if I had been coerced, manipulated, or otherwise forced into volunteering by any being, as well as a list of numbers I could call for protection if I felt I had. Humans seemed to realize how terrifying they were, but were strange in that they appeared to not want to scare anybody.

After signing that I was here of my own free will, that I understood my legal rights, and that I agreed to allow them to test experimental prosthetics on me (permission that I could withdraw at anytime, they mentioned this several times), there was yet another list of numbers I could call at any time for help. Finally, they asked if I was comfortable working in close proximity with humans.

I thought hard before I answered that. Yes, they were big, strong, and showed their teeth far too much, but every human I had come across had been shockingly helpful, going out of their path and giving away their own possessions and time to help. I had even seen on the news that a human had legally adopted Murian children as their own to help care for them. Yes, I think I would be comfortable working with humans. Especially if they all had the trait of carrying smaller beings on their backs. I liked seeing things from their perspective.  

Full story on ArchiveofourOwn

Just Glue Yourself Together

so I was reading this post https://officialleehadan.tumblr.com/post/172812798273/claws-i-am-so-sorrrry-prrt-ts-growled-panic its a good “humans are weard” post and you should check it out. 

the basic premise was that humans are weird because they heal from injuries. while I find the idea that aliens would have no healing abilities far-fetched. I could see how a planet like earth where life is based on violent competition may evolve a superior healing ability. Most alien race’s may be closer to haemophiliacs by human standards. 

as i was thinking this my bad habit of putting way to much stuff on the shelf over my pc came to bite me in the ass. long story short an avalanche of stuff fell on me and a crafts knife ended up cutting my hand. (nothing to worry about)

but its what I did next that I think an alien race could be interested in. i super glued the cut close.

so just think of this

human jess is working on a spaceship engine when her alien co-worker yelps in pain then starts to panic. the alien has a small half inch cut on an appendage. though its panic it sobs out “i’ll never make it to the med bay in time. it’s to far”

human jess, however, reaches into her tool bag and pulls out a small tube of super glue and just glues the cut closed. 

the alien crew is stunned shour this Cyanoacrylate left a bad looking scar but once applied it lengthened the time needed to get to a healer from 1-30 minutes (depending on the severity of the haemorrhage) to hours or even days. 

at the next human spaceport, the ships captain orders enuff superglue so that each crewman has 5 tubes, and adds a tube of the life-saving liquid to the standard uniform. from then on any crewman without a tube was considered out of uniform.

The legend, the rumor

“…you want me to what?” Vree asked, tail twitching despite himself.

“We have two humans coming aboard,” Commander Ryyt repeated himself colt. “As our senior xenobiologist, I am putting them in your charge.”

“I specialize in PLANTS,” Vree said helplessly. He had heard the stories about humans just like everyone else, and believed almost none of it. “What am I supposed to do with humans?”

“Learn about their culture,” the commander shrugged. “And their biology. Everything you can. The Pride Council needs to know how much truth there is in the rumors.”

Probably none, Vree thought grimly. Rumors were always exaggerated, usually beyond understanding.

“Why me?” He asked, hoping for a way out of this mess before it got started. “I never deal with sentient creatures. You remember the tak-ra incident, sir.”

“I do,” Ryyt sighed. “But you’re still the tanking xenobiologist on the ship, and your impressive military record suggest that, should any of the stories be true, you will be able to defend yourself.”

Well that was promising. Vree glared, But to no avail. One of Ryyt’s striped ears twitched. He knew Vree too well. He could never resist a mystery, and humans were the biggest mystery there were.

“When do they arrive?”

“In one solar hour, give or take.”

Damn him. No time to prepare or anything.

“Can they do anything useful, or are they soldiers?”

“Human-Nerea is an environmental specialist. Human-Amir is a xenotechnology specialist. They both have some combat training, but they are scientists before soldiers.”

Ryyt handed Vree the file on his desk and sat back as Vree flipped through it quickly. There was more information than he could read before the humans arrived, but he could study it while they settled in.

“I take it you accept?” Ryyt asked when Vree laid his ears back and glared at his commanding officer. “I can find someone else but you’re the best fit.”

“No, I’ll do it,” Vree muttered, and closed his fingers around the file. “I want hazard pay any time I have to go to shore with them, and any time there MIGHT be hostiles in the area. Double if the ship is breached or there may be fighting of any kind.”

“Pessimistic, aren’t you?”

“Only if the stories aren’t true. If they are, you’ll be glad I only asked for this.”

That made Ryyt snarl a laugh and he waved a dismissal. “Fine, Fine. I’ll arrange it. And Vree, I doubt the stories are true.”

“So do I,” Vree shrugged. “But you never know. Where will they be?”

“Dock five. And Vree?”

Vree turned and cocked an ear to show he was listening. Ryyt gave him a fangy grin.

“Yes sir?” Vree said cautiously, sensing the commander’s wicked sense of humor.

“Try not to let them eat you. Dismissed.”

The door closed in his face before Vree could do more than hiss his displeasure.

Try not to get eaten indeed!

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HGE - Smoke before Fire

The Legend, The Rumor

Deep Water and Scales

Black Scales and Open Spaces

Screams in the Dark

Warning Lights

Into the Wild

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