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Inktober 14: Miranda Miranda

that post going around about how Old Man Yaoi consisting of 30 year old men is just Man Yaoi because 30 isn't old + more specifically the reply about how Man Yaoi implies the existence of Woman Yaoi reminded me i once saw someone draw jadzia/odo and the concept intrigued me a bit. i think that's an example of woman yaoi. To Me

— The Thing Is, Ellen Bass

[text ID: to love life, to love it even / when you have no stomach for it]

they should invent actually enjoying the days you take off and not actually worry about feeling bad because you’re not doing anything

I would like to publicly announce that on top of my WIP, I am writing a play now. And I don’t have a single clue as to what I am doing.

people will just use polynesian words completely incorrectly with completely made up meanings while being really offensive and won't even care huh lol

Yes , I am going insane over the Italian dub of more than anything, thanks for noticing

"Narravi sogni magici e idee incredibili e dicevi "raggiungimi lì"

You used to tell me such incredible stories and magical ideas , and you'd say "reach me there"

EXCUSE ME DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE A FOOL OF MYSELF AND SOB IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS?? BECAUSE I'M GONNA

"ora ti capisco figlia mia , riconosco in te la mia follia "

Now I understand you my dear daughter , now I see in you my brand of crazy

( I don't know how to translate follia right now give me a break I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF CRYING A RIVER )

Non sei solo mia figlia / padre sei tutto per me

You're not just my daughter/ father you're everything to me

I SWEAR OH MY GOD *lies in a puddle of her own tears*

[ID: The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

to love life, to love it even / when you have no stomach for it / and everything you’ve held dear / crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, / your throat filled with the silt of it. / When grief sits with you, its tropical heat / thickening the air, heavy as water / more fit for gills than lungs; / when grief weights you down like your own flesh / only more of it, an obesity of grief, / you think, How can a body withstand this? / Then you hold life like a face / between your palms, a plain face, / no charming smile, no violet eyes, / and you say, yes, I will take you / I will love you, again. /END ID.]

need a polite way to say "im not engaging in a discussion on this topic with you because the conclusions you have reached are based on so many interwoven layers of misconceptions it would be easier to just like, hard reset your whole brain, just start over as a baby and try again"

So I was organizing the puzzles and board games that we let my youngest brother just play with whenever he’s done with schoolwork.

And I found a problem

👀

That’s not okay to be in reach of a 7 year old…