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I know you’re paraphrasing and probably from memory, but you have one inparticular completely backwards- It is EASIER for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven. Meaning, of course, a camel cannot pass through the eye of a needle, and therefore a rich man will never get into heaven, because in order to get rich he must have been selfish and greedy, which is ungodly. (I’m a heathen, so idfk what I’m talking about, but I learned this proverb from my religious ex-partner, and I think it’s lovely)

The year after i graduated college i went back to visit for some alumni thing. I ran into this guy i had been flirty with the year before and he invited me over to his room to “hang out”. When I got there, he had just done laundry and had clean sheets he needed to put on his bed. I offered to help. I offered by sprawling my whole body, ass up, across his bed so I could tuck the corner in.

And then…

I helped him make his bed and clean the rest of his room. And we had a really nice chat and catch up. A couple of hours later, we hugged goodbye and I left.

Newton is known for physics but I just learned from the Stuff You Should Know pod cast that he was also an alchemist and really worked and studied a lot trying to turn things into gold and discover the elixir of youth
Oh my, this news is gonna get me in a lot of trouble. Thank you very much xoxo xxx

I just listened to an old episode of the Slowdown, a poetry podcast. I’ll link it. The host, before they even get to the poem, always does a little monologue, and in this episode, she talks about her journaling habits. I also struggle with keeping a daily log, I always feel like I’m not “doing it right” or like it sounds dumb or ingenuine when I read it later, but she described her way, and I’m gonna try it. You might like it too!

slowdownshow.org/…/encore-645-its-930am-ive-ran-f…

I’m posting this for the host’s discussion pre-poem, but the poem is great too!

Have a delicious day and good luck journaling xoxo

[encore] 645: It’s 9:30am, I’ve ran four miles, cried four times, & eaten two chicken sandwiches

Today’s poem is It’s 9:30am, I’ve ran four miles, cried four times, & eaten two chicken sandwiches by Christian Aldana.

Babylove, can you re-read what you just wrote, please? “…afraid to your bones” ? That’s a panic attack. It doesn’t have to be like the movies where you fall down, hyperventilating. I come from an abusive home too, so I have a pretty good idea of who told you you have to be small, but you don’t have to minimize your experiences or silence your struggles! I’m just a stranger on the internet, so take my opinion w a grain of salt, or just throw it right away if you want. You deserve to be understood and respected.

Hope you have a calm and peaceful day xoxo

My ex girlfriend is a therapist, and she was CONSTANTLY “analyzing” me, even when I begged her to turn that shit off and just be my girlfriend.
According to the snopes article that someone else linked in this thread, mofine is spelled incorrectly on purpose. This is a make believe story with overt racist undertones; the “r” sound in morphine has been dropped to imply that the rx thief is a black person.
No, more like telling 35 different women 35 different fake birthdays so they get you some nice gifts while they’re all under the impression that they’re your only girlfriend. Nothing like wearing make up, you silly, woman hating, goose! Xoxo
I use my vibrator on my neck sometimes when I have a migraine, it works really well.