just entered a poetry contest for the first time in a decade!! 🎉🎉🎉🌈🩷🌈🩷

Going to work when you have a sleepy snuggly wife in bed is probably the most difficult thing a human being can do. I managed it but there's no telling what the physical and emotional repercussions will be.

do i have any wordy mutuals who would like to look over a poem for me :3

thank God i can watch and discuss movies with my husband and sister. last night we watched bugonia. short spoiler summary, a woman is kidnapped and held captive in a basement by a man who believes she's an alien. she escapes at the end of the movie but is so traumatized that she rolls out the back of a moving ambulance and the movie ends with her going up to space and being the made-up alien the kidnapper insisted she was. this is imo a pretty obvious representation of how trauma shapes a person.

the tumblr tag is full of people thinking she is actually an alien and was the whole time. the tumblr tag is filled with people referring to her as The Emperor and discussing the alien species as colonists. I know im normally very niceys. But this is insane. How the fuck do you watch a movie about a woman being held captive by a deeply traumatized man, and then she develops trauma because of it, and go, "Wow, it's crazy that he was right because at the end of the movie she really is an alien." He fucking electrocutes her. She is physically and emotionally traumatized in a way that a person may never recover from. And the tumblr tag. Is full of grown ass adults. Saying, "Wow, she was an alien all along"

thinking abt writing like a two-scene short story from the pov of a lady's maid late 1800s england and she starts the story assisting her lady get ready for an extravagant evening with a fancy gown and a crinoline and warmed pearls etc etc very luxurious and unfortunately, as happened to like hundreds of women back then, the lady's crinoline catches fire and she burns to death at the party. second scene is the lady's maid getting her lady's younger sister ready for the funeral and slowly lowering the crinoline cage over the sister's head. end story

I haven't worked on my bunny sweater in about five days because i needed a break from acrylic yarn (it started to feel slimy on my fingers.... yuck .....) but it always feels so weird to take a break from a project, I feel like I put her in time out and now I'm nervous about taking her back out. What if she's grumpy at me now (the sweater i mean). What if th bunnies are bad now instead of cute. My autism .....

I have a big big Dr appt in 3 weeks that I have been waiting for for over 2 years. I am so nervous. And nervous that the outcome will be, "yes, you sure are having a problem, but we can't help it" again. It's hard to balance between being hopeful and realistic. Just very hard