--This year at Hogwarts I'm really looking forward to
Nope. Hard Pass. Those kitchen gremlins are psychotic, with a capital Psyduck.
Our Mrs. Reynolds
Heart of Gold...
Nice picture frames, for sure.
Do you believe in Love at first hear?
Heh... I'm more than certain I'll never meet this woman, but hearing her voice her own poetry, in Spanish and English...
I got hit by a train.
And her hair?! Christ...
It's like I'm under the effects of some powerful hallucinogenics, that makes things real. 🖤🖤
In my teens, someone told me I needed to swallow my pride and ask for help. I was confused then because, I wasn't struggling with anything. That being said, very rarely ask for help. And it's not out of pride. I'd rather not see the side of people when they can't be honest with themselves and be upfront about just not wanting to, or not being able to help.
Because when I don't even ask for actual help but just information, and I am met with silence, it reminds me, that asking for... anything... Just breaks my heart and builds my jaded outlook. I can't expect of other humans what I would do... But that sneaks by, and value my connections far beyond what they can do for me. So I'm understanding of those that wouldn't be able to help.
But I'm... Far less understanding of silence left to interpretation. Because I overthink. A lot.
Reminding myself, that I'm thankful, I haven't asked for help. Because I don't need to be privy to that side of people's habits. And appreciating my lesson in knowing... Who to never... ever... turn to, if in dire need.
Connections, for some, are kept for amusement, or benefit. I keep mine, hoping to be of help to them one day. Not the other way around.
So I guess I'll keep my pride. What may remain.
My entire life cats have been portrayed as stealthy. This cat scares the shit out of me because she comes down stairs as if she was a fucking boulder. Jfc....