In the early 1800s a man named Little Jon lived in this so called earth cabin (swe. ‘backstuga’) located in southern Småland, Sweden. An earthen cabin is built partially buried in the ground, in this case there’s three walls of stone and one wall made of wood. In Sweden earthen cabins was common in the forests from the 1600s until the late 1800s. Link
i want to be the personification of a cat’s loud purr. or how a dog’s tail will wag all the way up his body. i want to constantly have an aura the same color as when you catch something out of the air without trying. i want my words to have the texture of finding out someone made you cookies, or else the texture of when everyone in the car is singing and laughing. i want to be the living embodiment of a snow day, or else the exact dew point of when you tell a joke and it wins over the entire room. i want to be a person that feels effortless and positive to be around. somebody who rings the sun and she picks up. somebody who makes other people leave smiling. that’d be enough.
PSA: journalists aren’t supposed to put names in the headlines if the person isn’t a public figure. It’s not a matter of maliciously not giving credit
^^^as a journalist, this is something that bothers me ALL THE TIME
A friend of mine on Twitter explained this the other day, so to elaborate based on what she said: If the name is not instantly recognizable the way a public figure is, then putting the name in the headline isn’t going to bring about any sort of recognition or connection in the reader, and doesn’t do much to draw the reader into the story. But something like “local teen” does create a connection by tying the person into the community, and encourages the reader to learn more about what this local teen has done. The name will be in the article itself, after the headline has done its job at getting the reader to look into it.
me: im gonna go to bed early and get a good nights sleep
netflix: here’s a bunch of 45 minute documentaries on the wildlife inhabiting coastal islands
me: hhhdbhnnnnnnnnnnddndkkj coconut crab
Growing up in an abusive household is a fucking trip dude……If you’ve never had someone angrily wash a dish at you or fold a sock in your direction then how are you gonna understand why I get nervous when you quietly do the laundry, or why I ask “are you mad at me?” when you set the bag of groceries down too hard? It’s a totally different way of living and it impacts you long after you’ve left the situation.
This is so important.
Abused kids speak a language you can’t learn
My heart races when I hear someone sigh and then the adrenaline takes forever to wear off. I hate having these reactions even when I know I am safe.
@ my friends who relate to this: please feel free to ask me for confirmation at any time that we are ok. i won’t get mad. go ahead and test me, try it out, prove it. however many times you need to hear me go “huh? nah, all’s well!” is however many times i’ll say it.
and i promise that if we are not ok i’ll be honest about that too, and it won’t be the end of the world. i may go like “meh, i’m actually pretty grumpy right now about [thing]” and you can be like “sorry i will fix [thing]” and i will be like “thank you i appreciate”and then we’ll be ok again. i won’t hold a grudge and i definitely will not angrily fold a sock at you.
again, as many times as this needs to happen, i’m up for that. i love you and i’m in it for the long haul. our friendship is worth it.
agreed
It’s also important to recognize the behaviors you formed from abuse and train them away. If you find they are too difficult to get rid of on your own, it’s good to seek help.
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