i saw my own post on my dash for the first time so here’s some explaination:
1. “The foos are fighting now until 10pm” is dad’s way of telling me “foo fighters are on austin city limits for a full hour”
2. he does not call me pops he calls himself pops and he signed the text
3. he types in shorthand and uses as little punctuation as possible hence the “baked tater”
4. to this day he’s rly proud of this. i told him he has 180k notes and he giggles and says, “what was my line again?” and i tell him, “don’t like that pic” and he gets a kick out of it
we’re gonna have to start eatin hard cheese and cured salted meats again to try to dodge badly inspected food like just go ahead and give me a set of leather armor and send me on a quest if you’re so set on returning us to darker times
what she says: “Oh I don’t mind; we can eat anywhere. I’m not picky.”
what she means: “For my entire life, I’ve been called bossy/picky/selfish/arrogant/bitchy for voicing my own opinions and making my views known, so now when someone I care about asks me about what I want, my immediate gut reaction is to defer to the other person’s preference. it’s less of a hassle to capitulate to someone else’s desires than to risk having someone verbally berate me for being truthful about what I want.”
Huge TW for the photo and text in the linked fundraiser, but…
A woman in my recovery community has been extremely ill with anorexia nervosa for decades, and several years ago was also severely burned in a kitchen fire. She is middle-aged, quite alone in the world, too sick to function, and in desperate need of the help that’s being offered to her (w a partial scholarship) by an excellent treatment center. But she needs the money to go.
If you can give or share, you really will be helping to pull her away from death’s door. Thank you!!! <3
