Software engineer. Bisexual. Comics, feminism, space, video games, and Star Wars. Mostly Star Wars. And cute animals.

She/her. Garden blog: emeraldivy

 

wilwheaton:

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I haven’t pissed people off lately by reminding them that ALL types of physical punishment of kids has been proven beyond ANY reasonable doubt to have only negative long term outcomes.

So let me scream it from the hilltops:

Stop hitting kids. End of sentence.

If you think, “but I was hit and I turned out just fine” let me pre-reply: NO YOU DID NOT. You think hitting a child is ok, how the fuck does that qualify as “fine”?????? From one abuse survivor to another: please start healing yourself.

My parents terrorized my siblings and me with corporal punishment. All it did was teach me that they were fucking monsters.

I miss you


But not you as you really are.


I miss who I thought you were. Before I saw you for who you are. Before the curtain lifted and I suddenly recognized how awful everything was. Before I realized that your worst fear was that I might stop hating myself and find out that I’m beautiful.


I desperately miss what I thought I had.

Life update, because it’s been a while and literally E V E R Y T H I N G has changed for the better.


I’m happy. Actually happy.


I live alone on the east coast in a 2 bedroom apartment I’m completely in love with. I have 2 cats, Mr. B (who’s 10 now!!) and Jack Jack, who’s about 10 months old and came home this past Christmas. 

I moved here in November, a week before Thanksgiving. Thanks to covid I spent the holidays alone. Really I’ve been alone a lot since I moved here, and I’ve found I genuinely enjoy being by myself.

My best friend is moving here! We had no idea it’d happen, but things just worked out perfectly for him to move to my new city. I’m so fucking excited

I’ve lost 175 pounds. I’m not done yet, but I’m literally an entire person away from where I was at the start of last year.

I have my dream job. I’m a QA Automation Engineer at a major video game company (that takes insane care of employees?? Like, truly unbelievable) and I work on an absolutely massive game. You’ve 100% heard of it, most of you have probably played it.



I’m happy. Looking back, I can’t believe it. I never thought I’d get any of these things (except the cats, of course). It’s been a lot of hard work and a fuck ton of luck and an absolutely blind whole hearted belief that shit would work out somehow and just. I can’t believe it.

foobar-the-great:

xanny:

We used to have to take pictures with like. a camera. and then connect it to a computer with a usb to transfer them. to upload to photobucket . im literally shaking

nobody tell op about having to take literal rolls of film to walmart and then wait 2 weeks to find out whether your finger was in the way