soulsistrin

I was setting a stone in a ring today and the stone chipped and flew out. I had already trimmed the prongs to fit and I had to try three different stones to get another one that would fit. I really did not want to have to cut the prongs off and solder new ones on. I finally was able to find a stone that fit the setting. I felt so accomplished once I finished. Some days things go easy in the studio. Other days they just give trouble. I’m glad I was able to work it out but man today was one of those trouble days.

I have an appointment this morning. I gave myself an hour to get ready and I was ready in 20 minutes so I’m trying to figure out what to do with myself.

Well there’s always here. I’m so tempted to go back to sleep though. But yeah bad idea.

The officer asked my friend his occupation and he said webmaster and the next thing he asked was if he could hire him to do a job. Hah.

I came to police station with a friend today to report an accident. His car got hit by a passing truck last night while it was parked.

This police officer is ridiculous. He so brusque. He’s practically yelling at my friend. Pig.

I’m cleaning out my dad’s study for my mom.

The man never threw out anything! There are documents there from 1995!

He worked in international trade policy. So all that stuff would be obsolete now. I’m only keeping papers I find that he authored. Everything else is going in the trash. I already have two big bags and I’ve only gotten through a fraction of it. I gave away two non working printers to a friend last night who thinks he can get them fixed. I found my brother’s dictionary from grade school. Crazy.

The good thing is I will never need to buy another legal pad for the rest of my life.

I put some of my homemade cheese on my baked potato today and it tasted amazing. I really love the taste of the herbs in the cheese, I did good with that recipe.

It’s not always easy to find the right milk but I bought some today and I have enough to try two new recipes so I might do that tomorrow.

I’m trying to take advantage of the long weekend (Fri and Mon off) to just chill out and not work. So far so good. I cooked enough for the next two days so that’s one less thing I have to worry about. Onto some video games!

17 spent the night at his older brother’s apartment that he shares with his girlfriend. It’s 1:30pm and we haven’t heard from him. I know he’s out there just relishing his freedom because he really doesn’t get a lot of it.

I don’t get the idea of locking down your kids after a certain age. Especially when they don’t get into trouble. At 17 I had no curfew, and really it made me more responsible because I had nothing to push back against. It was a smart decision on my parents’ part. 

17 (soon to be 18) is hanging out on the porch right now with his cute little girlfriend. I don’t want to get into the details but he’s here because he needs somewhere to get away right now and I think it’s so sweet that she was worried about him and came by to see if he was ok.

For someone who never wanted kids, I’ve spent a lot of my life mothering other people. Maybe what I really didn’t want was the pregnancy and the childbirth and the screaming babies. Because it’s been a recurring theme throughout my life. I don’t know. But I tried my best to support him today and I hope I did ok as Chris is away. He seems alright now. All I can say is some people shouldn’t have children. 

Last night I went with my friend Ro and his girlfriend to pick up his family from the airport. They were flying in from India via London, his mom, dad and aunty. 

I had never met them before but he’s talked about his family so much I almost felt like I already knew them. The first thing his mother said to me when I leaned over to kiss her hello was, “What a pretty girl!” and I have to admit I felt really cute for the rest of the night.

His parents are absolutely delightful. They are both warm and funny and sweet and so very generous. Aunty was tired so she was very quiet. I would love to introduce them to my mom, they would get along wonderfully. They’re here for a month so I will see them quite a bit while I’m here. Having lost my father really makes me appreciate parents a lot more in general, but in particular, warm, loving, accepting parents. I always feel like I want to be adopted. 

cailleachan:

has anyone else noticed there’s a very specific way women interrupt each other in conversation that’s quite distinct from the way men interrupt women in conversation? like, women seem to interject a lot more– not as a silencing tactic, but to show their enthusiasm or agreement, cause they perceive a conversation as kind of collaborative, organic exercise. but i feel like men get really annoyed if you excitedly interject when they’re saying something (most specifically in a debate/discussion context) because they perceive conversation as something combative or competitive and see an interjection as a threat or a challenge. i’ve also noticed men dismiss women’s way of talking as being sort of incomprehensible and nonsensical because of this habit we have of seeming to butt in or finish each others sentences excitably. 

I just had an impromptu lunch with my mom. It was really nice. Plus I needed a break from running errands. It is 34 degrees out there. The dry season is in full effect. It’s windy and dusty and hot as hell and I just want to be indoors. So we ate at Adam’s and honestly I could spend another hour here.

I’m going to deliver an order of bridal jewelry today. It’s by far the biggest order I’ve ever done and it took me two weeks to finish.  I feel like I just crossed some kind of milestone. I’m kind of chuffed to be honest.

I had to mail out a package yesterday for a client who wanted two day shipping. I went to my regular place and they wouldn’t do it because they don’t know how to fill out the forms properly. I went to the post office near my house and they wouldn’t send it because it was jewelry and they said they don’t mail jewelry. I ended up going to DHL and it was a quick and easy process. All that driving around had me so exhausted and pissy. And I have a ton of errands to run today as well. Business has been really busy lately. Busy is good. But I’m starting to feel I may need an assistant.

I passed out at 8:30. An hour later something woke me up and I’ve been wide awake since. It’s 1:20 now. Yay me.

This guy ordered something from me a while back and his address was a little weird but I put it on the envelope as he had sent it.

The package never arrived and even though I filed a claim it can’t be found. So I emailed him and told him I would recreate the piece and send it and asked for clarification on the address.

He sent it back and it looked even more screwed up than before (he put the apartment complex name and unit number after the state, zip code and country) but asked that I mail it to a different address. Which also looks screwed up so I’ve had to ask him to clarify that.

I decided while I wait for his response to just google the address. Yep. It’s supposed to say “street” in there somewhere. No wonder the first package got lost. Don’t they teach this in school though? Geez…

I’m just taking a moment to appreciate all the men out there who are good fathers, husbands and friends. Bless them.

I’m trying to get into the studio but a girlfriend is telling me about something fucked up that’s happening in her life right now.

God relationships can be so shitty.. I really feel it for her. I’ve been there. 

zenandtheartofhockeypucks:

elodieunderglass:

lenyberry:

the-tabularium:

fozmeadows:

wolveswolves:

We usually see “elephants”—or “wolves” or “killer whales” or “chimps” or
“ravens” and so on—as interchangeable representatives of their kind.
But the instant we focus on individuals, we see an elephant named Echo
with exceptional leadership qualities; we see wolf 755 struggling to
survive the death of his mate and exile from his family; we see a lost
and lonely killer whale named Luna who is humorous and stunningly
gentle. We see individuality. It’s a fact of life. And it runs deep.
Very deep.

Individuality
is the frontier of understanding non-human animals. But for decades, the
idea was forbidden territory. Scientists who stepped out of bounds
faced withering scorn from colleagues. Jane Goodall experienced just
that. After her first studies of chimpanzees, she enrolled as a doctoral
student at Cambridge. There, as she later recalled in National
Geographic, “It was a bit shocking to be told I’d done everything wrong.
Everything. I shouldn’t have given them names. I couldn’t talk about
their personalities, their minds or their feelings.” The orthodoxy was:
those qualities are unique to humans.

But these
decades later we are realizing that Goodall was right; humans are not
unique in having personalities, minds and feelings. And if she’d given
the chimpanzees numbers instead of names?—their individual personalities
would still have shined.

“If ever there
was a perfect wolf,” says Yellowstone biologist Rick McIntyre, “It was
Twenty-one. He was like a fictional character. But real.” McIntyre has watched free-living wolves for
more hours than anyone, ever.

Even from a
distance Twenty-one’s big-shouldered profile was recognizable. Utterly
fearless in defense of his family, Twenty-one had the size, strength,
and agility to win against overwhelming odds. “On two occasions, I saw
Twenty-one take on six attacking wolves—and rout them all,” Rick says.
“Watching him felt like seeing something that looked supernatural. Like
watching a Bruce Lee movie. I’d be thinking, ‘A wolf can’t do what I am
watching this wolf do.’” Watching Twenty-one, Rick elaborates, “was like
watching Muhammad Ali or Michael Jordan—a one-of-a-kind talent outside
of ‘normal.’”

Twenty-one was a
superwolf. Uniquely, he never lost a fight and he never killed any
defeated opponent. And yet Twenty-one was “remarkably gentle” with the
members of his pack. Immediately after making a kill he would often walk
away and nap, allowing family members who’d had nothing to do with the
hunt eat their fill.

One
of Twenty-one’s favorite things was to wrestle little pups. “And what
he really loved to do,” Rick adds, “was pretend to lose. He just got a
huge kick out of it.” Here was this great big male wolf. And he’d let
some little wolf jump on him and bite his fur. “He’d just fall on his
back with his paws in the air,” Rick half-mimes. “And the
triumphant-looking little one would be standing over him with his tail
wagging.

“The ability to
pretend,” Rick adds, “shows that you understand how your actions are
perceived by others. I’m sure the pups knew what was going on, but it
was a way for them to learn how it feels to conquer something much
bigger than you. And that kind of confidence is what wolves need every
day of their hunting lives.”

In Twenty-one’s
life, there was a particular male, a sort of roving Casanova, a
continual annoyance. He was strikingly good-looking, had a big
personality, and was always doing something interesting. “The best
single word is ‘charisma,’” says Rick. “Female wolves were happy to mate
with him. People absolutely loved him. Women would take one look at
him—they didn’t want you to say anything bad about him. His
irresponsibility and infidelity; it didn’t matter.”

One day,
Twenty-one discovered this Casanova among his daughters. Twenty-one ran
in, caught him, biting and pinning him to the ground. Other pack members
piled in, beating Casanova up. “Casanova was also big,” Rick says, “but
he was a bad fighter.” Now he was totally overwhelmed; the pack was
finally killing him.

“Suddenly
Twenty-one steps back. Everything stops. The pack members are looking at
Twenty-one as if saying, ‘Why has Dad stopped?’” The Casanova wolf
jumped up and—as always—ran away.

After
Twenty-one’s death, Casanova briefly became the Druid pack’s alpha male.
But, Rick recalled: “He doesn’t know what to do, just not a leader
personality.” And although it’s very rare, his year-younger brother
deposed him. “His brother had a much more natural alpha personality.”
Casanova didn’t mind; it meant he was free to wander and meet other
females. Eventually Casanova and several young Druid males met some
females and they all formed the Blacktail pack. “With them,” Rick
remembers, “he finally became the model of a responsible alpha male and a
great father.”

The personality of a wolf ‘matriarch’ also helps shape the
whole pack. Wolf Seven was the dominant female in her pack. But you
could watch Seven for days and say, ‘I think she’s in charge,’ because
she led subtly, by example. Wolf Forty, totally different; she led with
an iron fist. Exceptionally aggressive, Forty had done something unheard
of: actually deposed her own mother.

For three
years, Forty ruled the Druid pack tyrannically. A pack member who stared
a moment too long would find herself slammed to the ground, Forty’s
bared canines poised above her neck. Yellowstone research director Doug
Smith recalls, “Throughout her life she was fiercely committed to always
having the upper hand, far more so than any other wolf we’ve observed.”
Forty heaped her worst abuse on her same-age sister. Because this sister
lived under Forty’s brutal oppression, she earned the name Cinderella.

One year
Cinderella split from the main pack and dug a den to give birth. Shortly
after she finished the den, her sister arrived and delivered one of her
infamous beatings. Cinderella just took it, as always. No one ever saw
any pups at that den.

The next year,
Cinderella, Forty, and a low-ranking sister all gave birth in dens dug
several miles apart. New wolf mothers nurse and guard constantly; they
rely on pack members for food. That year, few pack members visited the
bad-tempered alpha. Cinderella, though, found herself well assisted at
her den by several sisters.

Six weeks after
giving birth, Cinderella and several attending pack members headed out,
away from her den—and stumbled into the queen herself. Forty
immediately attacked Cinderella with was, even for her, exceptional
ferocity. She then turned her fury onto another of her sisters who’d
been accompanying Cinderella, giving her a beating too. Then as dusk
settled in, Forty headed toward Cinderella’s den. Only the wolves saw
what happened next, but Doug Smith and Rick McIntyre pieced together
what went down.

Unlike the
previous year, this time Cinderella wasn’t about to remain passive or
let her sister reach her den and her six-week-old pups. Near the den a
fight erupted. There were at least four wolves, and Forty had earned no
allies among them.

At dawn, Forty
was down by the road covered in blood, and her wounds included a neck
bite so bad that her spine was visible. Her long-suffering sisters had,
in effect, cut her throat. She died. It was the only time researchers
have ever known a pack to kill its own alpha. Forty was an
extraordinarily abusive individual. The sisters’ decision, outside the
box of wolf norms, was: mutiny. Remarkable.

But Cinderella
was just getting started. She adopted her dead sister’s entire brood.
And she also welcomed her low-ranking sister and her pups. And so that
was the summer that the Druid Peak pack raised an unheard-of twenty-one
wolf pups together in a single den.

Out from under Forty’s brutal reign, Cinderella developed into the
pack’s finest hunter. She later went on to become the benevolent
matriarch of the Geode Creek pack. Goes to show: a wolf, as many a
human, may have talents and abilities that wither or flower depending on
which way their luck breaks.

“Cinderella was
the finest kind of alpha female,” Rick McIntyre says. “Cooperative,
returning favors by sharing with the other adult females, inviting her
sister to bring her pups together with her own while also raising her
vanquished sister’s pups—. She set a policy of acceptance and cohesion.”
She was, Rick says, “perfect for helping everyone get along really
well.”

(This piece is adapted from Carl Safina’s most recent book, Beyond Words; What Animals Think and Feel, which will is newly out in paperback)

holy shit, this is fascinating

@infinitesimalqueer Wolf pack dynamics!!!

Anyone who doesn’t believe animals have personalities has either never had anything but the most superficial of animal interactions, or is willfully oblivious.

And the more time you spend observing them, the more you appreciate them.

I’m actually a little ready for Twenty One, Cinderella and all these wolves!

I want to read this book

arrogantsuggestion:

They asked you to be the bigger person. So grow. And crush them beneath your boot.

rejectedprincesses:

fuckyeahscifiwomenofcolour:

The bolded sections represent quotes from the criticism he received. All the z-snaps are in order.

Your characters are unrealistic stereotpyes of political correctness. Is it really necessary for the sake of popular sensibilities to have in a fantasy what we have in the real world? I read fantasy to get away from politically correct cliches. 

God, yes! If there’s one thing fantasy is just crawling with these days it’s widowed black middle-aged pirate moms. 

Real sea pirates could not be controlled by women, they were vicous rapits and murderers and I am sorry to say it was a man’s world. It is unrealistic wish fulfilment for you and your readers to have so many female pirates, especially if you want to be politically correct about it!

First, I will pretend that your last sentence makes sense because it will save us all time. Second, now you’re pissing me off. 

You know what? Yeah, Zamira Drakasha, middle-aged pirate mother of two, is a wish-fulfillment fantasy. I realized this as she was evolving on the page, and you know what? I fucking embrace it. 

Why shouldn’t middle-aged mothers get a wish-fulfillment character, you sad little bigot? Everyone else does. H.L. Mencken once wrote that “Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.” I can’t think of anyone to whom that applies more than my own mom, and the mothers on my friends list, with the incredible demands on time and spirit they face in their efforts to raise their kids, preserve their families, and save their own identity/sanity into the bargain. 

Shit yes, Zamira Drakasha, leaping across the gap between burning ships with twin sabers in hand to kick in some fucking heads and sail off into the sunset with her toddlers in her arms and a hold full of plundered goods, is a wish-fulfillment fantasy from hell. I offer her up on a silver platter with a fucking bow on top; I hope she amuses and delights. In my fictional world, opportunities for butt-kicking do not cease merely because one isn’t a beautiful teenager or a muscle-wrapped font of testosterone. In my fictional universe, the main characters are a fat ugly guy and a skinny forgettable guy, with a supporting cast that includes “SBF, 41, nonsmoker, 2 children, buccaneer of no fixed abode, seeks unescorted merchant for light boarding, heavy plunder.”

You don’t like it? Don’t buy my books. Get your own fictional universe. Your cabbage-water vision of worldbuilding bores me to tears. 

As for the “man’s world” thing, religious sentiments and gender prejudices flow differently in this fictional world. Women are regarded as luckier, better sailors than men. It’s regarded as folly for a ship to put to sea without at least one female officer; there are several all-female naval military traditions dating back centuries, and Drakasha comes from one of them. As for claims to “realism,” your complaint is of a kind with those from bigoted hand-wringers who whine that women can’t possibly fly combat aircraft, command naval vessels, serve in infantry actions, work as firefighters, police officers, etc. despite the fact that they do all of those things– and are, for a certainty, doing them all somewhere at this very minute. Tell me that a fit fortyish woman with 25+ years of experience at sea and several decades of live bladefighting practice under her belt isn’t a threat when she runs across the deck toward you, and I’ll tell you something in return– you’re gonna die of stab wounds.

What you’re really complaining about isn’t the fact that my fiction violates some objective “reality,” but rather that it impinges upon your sad, dull little conception of how the world works. I’m not beholden to the confirmation of your prejudices; to be perfectly frank, the prospect of confining the female characters in my story to placid, helpless secondary places in the narrative is so goddamn boring that I would rather not write at all. I’m not writing history, I’m writing speculative fiction. Nobody’s going to force you to buy it. Conversely, you’re cracked if you think you can persuade me not to write about what amuses and excites me in deference to your vision, because your vision fucking sucks.

I do not expect to change your mind but i hope that you will at least consider that I and others will not be buying your work because of these issues. I have been reading science fiction and fantasy for years and i know that I speak for a great many people. I hope you might stop to think about the sales you will lose because you want to bring your political corectness and foul language into fantasy. if we wanted those things we could go to the movies. Think about this! 

Thank you for your sentiments. I offer you in exchange this engraved invitation to go piss up a hill, suitable for framing.

Here follows is a non-comprehensive list of historical female pirates and sailors, women of color first:

• Ching Shih (1775-1844): controlled south China seas, had 80,000-man fleet at her disposal, outlawed rape, extorted retirement package from the Chinese government.
• Sayyida al-Hurra (1482-1562): Pirate queen of Morocco who bedeviled Portuguese and Spanish fleets after being kicked out of Spain by Ferdinand and Isabella in her youth.
• William Brown (1800s, birth name unknown): married Grenadan woman who disguised self as man after fight with her husband and became a sailor.
• Jacquotte Delahaye (1600s): half-Haitian woman who, according to some sources, took over an island and led a force of hundreds of pirates.
• Hingyuon (1800s): Filipina warrior/probable pirate who led armies in Cebu; relative of Humabon, “first truly wealthy person in Cebu”
  
• Lai Choi San (1900s): Chinese pirate who commanded 12 ships and was a model for the Dragon Lady archetype; thinly-sourced
• Mary Lacy (1740-1801): willful bisexual runaway who became first female shipwright; disguised self as man but claimed pension under own name
• Alfhild (400s): Viking princess who decided to become a pirate instead of getting married.
• Anne Dieu-le-Veut (1661-1710): French pirate who fought along Laurens de Graaf for many years.
• Anne Bonny and Mary Read (1700-1782, c.1690-1721): probably the two most famous female pirates of all time
• Granuaile aka Grace O’Malley (1530-1603): Irish pirate queen who led rebellions against England, personally negotiated with Elizabeth I, gave birth on a ship.
• Cecilia Vasa (1540-1627): Swedish princess who got into endless scandals, became a pirate briefly, was utter black sheep, hated the English.
• Mary Patten (1800s): Took control of ship when her husband suffered mutiny, learned medicine, navigated to port, all while pregnant
• Christina Anna Skytte (1643-1677): Swedish baroness and pirate, very ruthless 
• Jeanne de Clisson (c.1300-1359): burnt down much of the Normandy coast and sank a ton of ships after her husband was killed. 
• Charlotte Badger (1778-?): Australian convict/single mom who took over ship, sailed to New Zealand, settled with Maori tribe.  

In conclusion: read a goddamn book, critic person.

me: please, for the love of god, let me concentrate
my shit brain: taaaaake ooooon meeee, TAKE ON ME, TAAAAKE MEEE OOOOOON

I’m so damn tired. I was working on an enamel pendant and I had to make it six times. I ended up with three different usable versions. I sent pictures to the client. She picked the one I thought was the least attractive by far. Go figure. Well at least it’s done though thankfully. I had no idea this order would take so long (8 pairs of earrings, seven necklaces). I’m so thankful I always plan ahead and leave myself a lot of time to get things done. Tomorrow I’m on the home stretch. I’ll deliver in time. Yay!

So I made a pancake today and spread some of my homemade cheese on it and then put two eggs over it and it tastes like heaven.

boymayors:

• gofundme takes up to 7.9% of everything people donate you + $0.30 per donation
• that means that if 10 people help you raise $1000, you’re losing $82 bucks
• gofundme doesn’t allow fundraisers for abortions but let darren wilson open a fundraiser after he murdered mike brown
• instead, try using http://www.youcaring.com/ which is not only free but also pro-choice and not fucking racist to my knowledge
• they can stay free because they ask everyone who donates to a cause whether they’d like to donate $1 to the website to keep it running
• good luck w/ ur fundraisers!!

Sometime last week while I was mopping the floor, my mind wandered to a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. He was instrumental in me leaving the band I used to sing with years ago and it had been a painful situation for me. I realized I was finally ready to talk to him about it and tell him that I forgave him.

As the universe flows, when I went to that music festival in Saturday, he performed and I ended up in an extended conversation with him afterward and the opportunity to discuss the situation arose.

In talking to him, I was stunned to discover that all these years the information I’d been given was wrong. That his words had been twisted. Things HAD gone down behind my back but not in the manner that I thought. He hadn’t betrayed me after all. His sincerity was clear and I believed him completely.

It had been eleven years since this event had occurred. I had felt deeply hurt and betrayed and it had taken me a long time to get over it. Once we spoke though, I felt like I was fifty pounds lighter. I had granted him forgiveness for something he hadn’t even done. I was relieved to have gotten it off my chest and I felt blessed that the opportunity had presented itself for us to talk. Finding out the truth was an even greater gift and I am glad to know that a friendship I believed to have been built on trust and mutual respect still stands. To say that it was healing was an understatement. Something inside of me is now at rest. I am glad to put it to sleep.

A little stoned and a little drunk.

I went to a music festival tonight.

Every so often I go into an emotional slump and I realize the demons I have been fighting all my life have once again risen to the surface. It can feel incredibly defeating when you were convinced that the last time was the last time. But if I am able in the midst of my battle to take a step back, I will see that I am fighting from a different vantage point. I am stronger and wiser. I’ve grown. And just being able to see my progress helps to remind me of how far I’ve come. I am better equipped to get through this and I will be ok. Again.

Tonight my friend Roger reminded me that in 20 years we will be eligible to start collecting our government pension.

If that doesn’t put shit in perspective I don’t know what will.

dickholder:

just-shower-thoughts:

If you had a 12 inch penis, you could tattoo tick marks on it and use it as a ruler.

*whips my absolutely brolic cock out and smacks it on to the table next to my project at the local Michaels arts and crafts early bird Saturday event*

Brolic. Learnt a new word today.

I was just reading a post explaining cat behaviors and, I mean, its not that I didn’t know this, but it seriously reinforced how much I don’t understand cat language.

Dogs are completely intuitive to me. I have always understood them. Cats are something very foreign that I have to learn. And I grew up with both. So it’s abundantly clear that I’m a dog person.

Do cat people just “get” cats the way we get dogs? Or do they have to learn their behaviors? Cause they’re such a mystery to me. I still like them of course. But I’ll have to add my vote for dogs as my favored animal.

Talk about a desire you have that scares you.

Anything that could or would scare me would not be something I desire. I very much at peace with my own limitations and the boundaries of what I would reasonably entertain. I’m no longer in that place in my life where I feel the need to challenge myself and confront my fears. So there’s no desire I have that scares me.

originalultrabeast:

(Disclaimer: These questions are very personal and may touch on sensitive subjects; you may want to look over them before reblogging. You can strike out or totally delete questions you don’t want to deal with.)

1. Who hurt you the most?
2. Who have you hurt the most?
3. Who do you miss the most?
4. Who do you want out of your life the most?
5. Who had the biggest positive impact on you?
6. Who had the biggest negative impact on you?
7. Who do you wish you could be honest with?
8. Who have you harbored (any kind of!) secret feelings towards?
9. Who would the world be better off without?
10. Who do you wish you’d treated differently?
11. What was the worst day of your life?
12. What’s your greatest fear?
13. What’s your biggest insecurity?
14. What’s your biggest regret?
15. Describe your ideal world.
16. Describe your personal hell.
17. What’s a hopeless dream you’re still holding on to?
18. What’s the most embarrassed you’ve ever been?
19. What’s the angriest you’ve ever been?
20. What’s the saddest you’ve ever been?
21. What’s the most scared you’ve ever been?
22. What’s the most hopeless you’ve ever felt?
23. What’s the most frantic you’ve ever felt?
24. What’s the bravest you’ve ever felt?
25. What’s the best case scenario for your future?
26. What’s the worst case scenario for you future?
27. What’s the most physical pain you’ve ever felt?
28. What’s the most emotional pain you’ve ever felt?
29. Describe a time you felt like a hypocrite.
30. Describe a time you felt like a traitor.
31. Describe a time you felt like a hero.
32. Describe a time you felt inhuman.
33. Describe a time you felt like a failure.
34. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?
35. What are you proudest of?
36. What’s your relationship with your family like?
37. What’s your relationship with religion like?
38. Talk about someone you’ve lost.
39. Talk about someone who abandoned you.
40. Talk about a desire you have that scares you.
41. What’s something you wish you were capable of?
42. What’s something you’re afraid that you’re capable of?
43. Describe the kind of life you wish you’d been born into.
44. Describe your worst heartbreak.
45. Describe your worst disappointment.
46. Have you ever taken a fall for someone?
47. Have you ever forced or let someone take a fall for you?
48. Have you ever done serious physical harm to someone?
49. Have you ever done serious emotional harm to someone?
50. Have you ever self-harmed?
51. Have you ever attempted suicide?
52. Have you ever stolen something?
53. Have you ever cheated on someone?
54. Have you ever been cheated on?
55. Have you ever taken revenge on someone?
56. Have you ever seriously considered killing somone?
57. Have you ever betrayed someone who trusted you?
58. Have you ever experienced something supernatural or unexplainable?

Me: Man I wish I could go on vacation I haven’t been on vacation in forever.
Myself: Bitch you just went on vacation in December.
Me: Oh yeah for real
Myself: But yeah we could do with another vacation
I: Werd

saynotodrugssayyestopenguins:

• not being able to walk alone at night
• not being able to walk alone at any time really
• being cat called
• dress codes
• “not all men”
• “feminazi”
• literally being murdered for turning men down