To be honest.. if more children were shown from birth that they are loved, cared for, and listened no matter their gender we might not have some of the problems we have now.
Parents: Aloof disdain! Shun! Distance!
Also Parents: Why doesn’t my child talk to me?
Okay, friends. This is the novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo 2016, and I’ve been sitting on the draft FOREVER. This is round two of me attempting to edit it and put it out there. Last time I tried posting it, I was in kind of a weird spot mentally and I ended up taking it down. But I want it to be out there, cause otherwise it’s just gathering dust in my google docs folder and that’s kind of sad. So even if it’s silly or terrible and even if nobody ever reads it or likes it, at least it’s out there (that’s what I’m telling myself anyway).
So here’s my blurb:
When Olivia’s world was abruptly and forcefully shattered, the only way she knew how to deal was to run. So she did, moving 500 miles to a new city and a new life - and leaving her boyfriend Ryan with no explanation and no goodbye. Now, they’re in the same city again, and every feeling they ever had for each other is still very much there. They rekindle that flame, and it burns HOT. But can they untangle the knot that still ties them to their past? Or will Olivia’s inability to confront her demons cause her to lose Ryan for good?
I know this will not be everybody’s cup of tea, and I know that most people are around here for fanfiction, but if you give my little piece of original work a tiny chance it would mean the WORLD to me.
Yay! Isn’t the whole album great? My other fave on that album is Leave the Light On. So glad you like it, too! :D
Way too many parents need to learn the difference between “a child being disrespectful” and “a human person expressing an opinion that differs from theirs”
my mom had a nice technique for this. when i’d give her sass, she’d say, “i don’t speak rude, what’s that in polite-person-ese?”
basically, she’d encourage me to rephrase my opinion without the attitude. so “UGH, you NEVER let me do ANYTHING!” would (often after quite a bit of bitching and grumbling) turn into “it feels like every time i have a fun idea, you say no, and i just end up sitting around the house.”
and at that point we could troubleshoot like civilized people. she could explain that she didn’t want me to go to jimmy’s sleepover because jimmy’s dad creeps her out, and i could suggest maybe i could have andy over instead, and she could say sure, why not call peter and stacy and brianna and have your own party, i’ll pop some popcorn and rent a movie, and i could add what if we put up tents in the back yard and have a bonfire and roast marshmallows, and she could laugh and say don’t push it.
Are people talking about this song? Because it’s the best thing.
oh hello winter ❄️🎄❄️
I sometimes joke that for me, being an INFP is like having multiple personality disorder. Of course, the actual disorder is not really what I’m talking about. I mean that I have so much ‘personality material’ inside me, I can create several different ‘characters’ out of it. Pros: that means there are so many different types of people in the world that I can get on with, so many different roles and environments that I can thrive in. But there are some cons as well… like when I wake up one day and realize, wow, there are multiple versions of me out there. What if some day they all collide and suddenly I’m left with nothing at all?
Am I lying to myself or to others by presenting all these different versions of me? Maybe some would say I am… that I’m being inconsistent and untrue to myself. But at the end of the day, when I really look into my heart, I know that isn’t it. In reality, all of those different versions are true in their own way. The only falsehood that could arise here is, someone could think the version of me that they know is all there is to me.
Nope. I’m a wild, multi-faceted adventure of a human being, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“It’s a lifestyle. It’s a religion.” #gilmoregirls
Didn’t get a sticker, but got it done.