My house is completely different than before, and I own my childhood dream car that I watched for years around my neighborhood growing up. ❤️ Yet after 8 years here (in two weeks!!) the city came all the way down here and ticketed everyone in my neighborhood parking "opposing traffic." People who've done it for 30+ years got tickets. And I live in a dead-end. 😐 Anyway, I wrote a note telling parking enforcement to eat my ass and then parked both my cars parallel to the street, opposing traffic, in my driveway.
Fuck off 〰️💋〰️
They also wrote a nonexistent address on my ticket 💀
🫱🏻🍑🫲🏻
I own my dream car now! A 1973 Beetle I bought from the sweetest woman I used to park next to every day at my first job. I met her 9 years after first falling in love with her car. Laughing with her at my kitchen table late one summer night as she transferred the title into my name. Aaand now I'm crying. I have come SO far.
What if I post on here more?? I lowkey love this bed setup. It's been years since I posted regularly especially about my home life. I'm entirely a different person now and my home couldn't be further from what it was. I don't drink anymore and the house is so beautiful and twice the size. I lost my Facebook account of 13 years so the only place I still have photos from that time is here... I went through them last night and was breath taken by what I saw. The turmoil itself was so eye opening. I got fat and then I lost the weight. I overcame alcoholism. I found myself. I've come to terms with my parents. I live on my own. I take care of my things. I love my neighbors. I've worried about my progress as a human recently but looking back... I forgot who I was in 2017, 18, 19... and I truly the phrase "your reality today was something you could only dream of in the past" - or whatever - resonates with me on every level. Regardless, a lot of my inspiration pics for the house actually came to fruition.... many even in just the last couple months. After 5 years of forgetting about them. And now I'm reminded of this app again? The body knows. I think our spirits know.
Manifesting ✨️
This is the Tumblr I joined in 2017 and this is the tumblr where I would like to stay
I know this happens and it looks suspicious but
this image? we have every reason to think it is a cucumber, like it was made in clay models in burials period, it's painted green, it's on the small side of things (9.6 cm or 3 3/4 inch)
oh right and it was placed on a model offering table with small model bread and drinking cup
sometimes a cucumber really is a cucumber.
Some poor sculptor went through the effort to make this shape look as much as possible like a cucumber and avoid the incredibly slippery slope to dick, and this is how people treat their efforts.
All I'm hearing is they did everything to disguise it
I need you people to realize that you can be friends with people older than you. like, much older than you. like, decades older than you. you can be friends with these people. regular friends, just like anyone your age. it is possible.
falling back into routine
it’s been a long while since i actually posted something academic in this account, or posted anything at all for that matter. i made this account before 11th grade and now i’m in my second year of college. so many things have changed since then and i’ve moved to different places twice to study. i admit that i still have a long way to make myself home in my program but it’s also nice to improve through little things even if slowly.
I recently decided to move from Oregon to Tennessee at 27 years old to go to university. I own my own home on the same block I grew up on, where my parents still live. I've traveled a LOT in my short life, but I've never lived outside of my home town. Tonight it sunk in that I actually have to move my life, leave the house and garden I've spent 8 years building, and start a new life in a beautiful but new and scary city. I realized I have no idea what I'll do with this place. I'll have to give away most of my houseplants which are like children. This house is truly my child. I've worked SO hard for SO long to make it home, and I'd be devastated to lose it. I don't know if I can trust my sister to take care of it like I have. I have a friend who might live here and take care of it but that could be complicated. Every room I've finally made perfect after nearly a decade, a third of my life... wow. I hope I can come back to this life and find it just as beautiful as I leave it. I feel this post deeply.
What the shit is this new dark logo hello
me checking the bottoms of very expensive ceramic plant pots for drainage
Sigourney Weaver to a bunch of children in the desert
me at a mountain designed by Junji Ito
First appointment to discuss bottom surgery
bugs when kids put them in tupperware
when you get lost inside the dress in the dressing room of the department store
An also. .sexb
My therapist in summer 2023 after I lost my 13yo Facebook account and my entire internet following of 740,000 people in one night and had to call the suicide hotline: you have the anxiety levels of someone going through a messy divorce
My sister in summer of 2024: :) so,
On July 4th, 2017, my sister's husband told me he wouldn't attend my wedding on the basis that I'm gay and he couldn't consciously support a gay marriage. Anyway, it doesn't bother me much these days because I'm single and so is he 😌🥰
Here's my yearly reminder that I hope @lemememeringue and @youbrettcha are doing well, I think about you guys still ❤️❤️❤️
To all the people in the notes wondering how we got anywhere before GPS: we got lost a lot. Like a lot. If it was a new place we would pull out the maps, we all had local maps in the car and then these huge huge huge books of maps called atlases and we'd have one for every state we'd be driving through
And before a trip we would plot our whole entire route, and go back over it every night at the hotel, and we would write all the directions down on a little note and someone would be in charge of navigation and making sure we didn't miss any turns.
For local stuff all directions would be described in reference to other things. You still see this when older folks give directions. Do you ever get the "do you know where the ruby Tuesday is? No? How about the Buffalo wild wings? Yeah okay so from there go down til you see a Wendy's and turn left..." instead of them just telling u the address so u can plug it into ur GPS? That's why.
I have fond memories of getting helaciously lost in Kentucky because we had to go around a bad accident, and we didn't have a Kentucky map because we hadn't planned on going thru Kentucky and we stopped at a gas station to get a map but they didn't have any and my dad came back to the car swearing up and down about these goddamn Kentucky communists who didn't even sell maps in their gas stations,
honestly the funniest thing about this post is referring to kentuckians as communists.
This is incredible