For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a doormat. I’m not very good with confrontation. I’m easily derailed and easily guilt tripped. I’m misdirected and end up apologizing. This happened a lot in my last relationship. It happened in the arguments I had with friends….
Mostly for my own benefit to organize my thoughts.
We have a hotel in BC booked until the fourth. Mom thought it was booked until the fifth - and we planned my trip to California accordingly. We drive back to Calgary on the fifth, stay the night, I catch my flight.
But, since it’s only booked till the fourth, there’s one night where we don’t have a place to stay.
Which, doesn’t sound bad, but when you’re supposed to be leaving tomorrow morning at eight to start the journey, cannot contact the person you’re going to be staying with in California, and find yourself with booked hotels everywhere, things get tough.
We have two options. Find another hotel to stay at for a night, who will charge us ridiculously for booking so short notice, or, change the flight to the fifth, and move the calgary hotel day back one (because they’re willing to do that free of charge.)
We’re leaning towards the latter, but we can’t do that without checking with Ziggy, to see if she’ll even be able to house me a day early. And with all the bothering I think I’ve been doing, I’m kind of afraid to ask her.
“Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell
anybody anything” is a string of words
I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink
to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract
by laser from the ribcage of all of us
who ever believed it, who felt afraid
to miss someone, to be the last one
standing. “Tell everyone everything” is
not exactly right, but I do believe that if
your mother looks radiant in violet
you should tell her, or when a juvenile
sparrow thrashes its wings in dustpiles
and reminds you of a lover’s eyelashes,
you should say so. We are islands all of us,
but we are also boats, our secrets flares,
pyrotechnic devices by which we signal
there’s someone in here we’re still alive!
So maybe it’s, “don’t be afraid.” We can
rewrite Icarus, flame-resistant feathers,
wax that won’t melt, I mean it, I’ll draw up
a prototype right now, that burning ball
of orange won’t stop us, it’ll be everything
we dream the morning after, even if we fall
into the sea—we are boats, remember?
We are pirates. We move in nautical miles.
Each other’s anchors, each other’s buoys,
the rocket’s red, already the world entire.”—“Catch A Body” by Ilse Bendorf (via natbrack)
My little sister was complaining about how her bed was uncomfortable so I made her bed while telling her a grand tale about how the Doctor showed me how to make beds and he knows how to make the comfiest beds
I’m not hating, Anon! D: My best friend Maddie happens to be a Slytherin. I’m a Hufflepuff, the house of tolerance, yeah? I love everyone. oAo Just because I get annoyed by some ace trolling doesn’t mean I hate anyone. Just means the trolling is doing the job right.
There was this post on Trans*Pride that linked to a video where a somewhat well-known trans woman was listing several really offensive questions you should never ask a trans* person. All well and good until she said “This question is one I usually get from stupid f*****s who already know I’m transsexual”. Kind of blew my mind that she would think it’s an okay word to use.
dsfjskljs That’s insane and totally uncalled for. I haven’t even seen the video and I sort of feel like I’ve been slapped in the face. That is the one swear word I absolutely do not tolerate (much to the chagrin of most of my classmates and friends.) And to hear someone who is supposed to be a dominate member of the online LGBTQ* community has decided to use it without regard is just… yeah. I understand your rage perfectly.