Second Chance, I Guess

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

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markingatlightspeed
autistic-af

Right, so many of you may have seen the post about goblin.tools amazing ability to break down tasks into a to-do list.

Well, I downloaded the app yesterday because it's easier for me to remember it if I have the icon on my screen. And then I actually looked at it and holy moly this thing does more than make to-do lists (and these same things are available on the website.).

To-do list? ✔️

Need to formalise your words? Or even maybe make them more sarcastic and everything in-between? ✔️

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What about needing to judge how an email comes across? Or you're not sure what the tone of a text message is? ✔️

Need to estimate how long a task will take based on your ability to concentrate on that task? ✔️

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Oh, have a brain full of things but can't break it into a useful list? They got you. ✔️

What about random food in your kitchen but zero meal ideas? ✔️

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This thing is fucking amazing .

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markingatlightspeed
sometransgal

Sometimes your excuse to keep going despite the mental illness is just that you learned a new thing and want to explore that more. That can be just enough sometimes.

sometransgal

That and the new shoes I ordered coming in. D&D tonight with lovely people. Wanting to paint again sometime this week.

Im at the grasping at straws stage but by god my grip strength has improved.

sometransgal

This post has a funny habit of finding it's way back into my notes whenever I'm doing terribly. It's a nice reminder from the universe.

tittysoda
leolaroot

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time of year i remind every cane user to get an ice pick so you dont fall and die

leolaroot

almost biffed it in a fucking parking lot so time for me to repeat this. if you are a cane user in the northern hemisphere its time to get an ice spike coming in the mail BEFORE the ice forms.

senirac

I did not know this was a thing. Had a family member start using a cane this past year. Will be buying them one. Thank you!

butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway

aziraphaleiscrying asked:

Hello Mr. gaiman, I need your help, but there's a high chance that you won't see this,

but I'll write the thing I want to say anyway (writing makes me feel better, and lighter, such as a feather).

I'm lonely. I have always been lonely. But two month ago or so, a girl came to the high school I'm study in(I'm also a girl). I...fell in love for the very first time in my life, and she also fell in love with me and confessed her love to me a month ago. I recommended good omens to her, and she loved it(I also do! Can't wait to get an autograph in my beloved good omens copy I own), basically, she was the Crowley to my aziraphale…

Everything was good...until last night. She told me she doesn't think she wants to be like this (both of our families are homophobic, and she's scared), and we can't be 'us' and she just pretended and tested love on me (as if I'm a laboratory sample)... I had a massive panic attack... I'm heartbroken, and I can't talk about it with my family... told her I'll give her time to think…she apologised, but her apology is not enough, I'm afraid. She's the only one for me... Not only that, but I want and need her love.

What shall I do? God is not helping me at all... no one is helping me, I'm lost. I just want everything to be good! I never said a bad thing to her, I was the kindest, I was her angel (yes she used to call me that) and now...we had a break-up.

neil-gaiman answered:

There are no break-ups as bad as high school break ups. There are no highs and no lows as hard as what happens when your heart is held and your heart is broken then. And right now your heart is broken.

I can’t give you advice on the person or even about dealing with your homophobic families, other than to keep yourself safe, and to hang in there.

What I can say is, it will be okay and you will be okay. You will find your person or your people, you will find yourself, you will find your world. This isn’t the end of anything, it’s just a stumble on the road.

butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway

When I was seventeen, I met a girl and fell in love. She loved me too, but her family was deeply homophobic and had made her feel ashamed of any love that wasn't for a man. We were together for one beautiful year of promises, romance, and planning of our future before her parents found out I'd given her my high school's Senior ring as a promise we'd get married someday.

Suddenly I stopped hearing from here. I was terrified, panicked, imagining every scary thing I could think of. And two weeks later I get the call. We can't be together anymore. My parents know. They're holding college over my head, and I'm not sure I even want this. It was fun, but being away from you, the intensity fades away, and I can imagine life without you.

I couldn't.

I felt like my life was over. At 17. So I lived my life like it was. I did whatever I wanted, I was reckless and careless with myself and my feelings, and I ran around chasing what felt like good times because at least I wasn't thinking about her anymore.

And then one day I meet this woman. She's wearing a purple shirt and a smile that glows like the sun and I think to myself, she seems like a fun person to waste some hours with. And she is! We laugh and smile, we go out dancing and we stay up all night talking. A whole lifetime passes in six months and suddenly it hits me. I love this woman. And it makes me so angry. Because how could I move on from that first great love? How could I forget what it meant to me and love someone else? How could I just....be happy again?

So I stop texting, and I cry in my dorm room for hours, and wouldn't you know it this wonderful woman with the golden smile shows up at my door and begs me to tell her what's wrong, and then she HOLDS ME while I sob and tell her all about this amazing girl who ran away from me and she says "I would never croticize someone you love, but if she gave you up, that's on her." And she just sits with me, and lets me be sad and mad and in love and hurting and all the things I am, and she loves me anyway.

It's ten years later now and that woman with the golden smile has been my wife for seven of them. We've been through good times and bad, laughter and tears, happiness and hurt, and through it all the one thing that has stayed the same is that we have chosen each other again and again and we do the work to make that choice worthwhile for each of us.

First loves are powerful and you may well carry a part of them in you forever. But there will always be love that chooses you back, every time. It's okay if you get to enjoy a few loves, and wrestle with a few heartbreaks, before you find that.