Still The Moon

Enjoy This Moment by Katt Winter

deadbeatsblog:

Enjoy this moment.

Gaze around you.

Absorb it all.

Let it fill you.

The way the light is.

The things you hear.

The presence of the people with you,

Or

The quiet peace of solitude.

The number on the clock.

The feel of the material against your skin.

The architecture of the English words you’re reading.

The shapes of the letters that make them.

Your tounge on your lips.

The softness of your breath.

Did you enjoy it?

Good.

Because it’s already gone.

(Source: deadbeatsblog)

Watching the new OTH.

LOL SUMS UP MY RESPONSE

winter-breezey:

So many creys!!!!

When Nathan came home and him and Haley hugged in the hospital I was like:

Everything in the hospital:

I just laid in my bed like this

Conversations About Conversations

“I just got back from one of the strangest fucking nights of my life. I was having dinner with nearly a complete stranger whom I’d seen in passing at many shows… He asked me what I call the “hard” questions. How did you end up a single mom who has to worry about Tujungan stalkers etc. The answers at 29 aren’t as easy as they were at 16. You have to explain the loss of your self esteem leading to stupid choices. I’d just driven to Silverlake for the first time in 10 years and I too have had horrible anxiety. After my random run of bad luck getting caught and getting a misdemeanor charge and my car towed…

Anyways to get to the anecdote of the story. I told him how I was scared the whole drive there, and scared to drive back. I was in no rush. But I told him the only way I’ve ever known to get anything done is to jump in. I do it without knowledge of all things. Or even confidence. I just jump and hope I get my bearings and swim rather than sink.

He said that he deeply respected that because some people never jump. I was having a weird night for other reasons and I looked up at him and I said “Thank You”.

Some people never jump.

It was kind of a magical night. I feel like I’m learning a lot of new life lessons. Like this is real adulthood. It’s coming if we want it or not.”

Nostalgic Moment

I came here to write a srs blog, but I spent the last 2 hours giggling at stuff in my Tumblr Feed.

Anyways I went to Kaiser yesterday to finish up some blood work. I rolled up with River, and my trusty Banana Dog to find a woman in a Wheel Chair holding her newborn baby. So of course I was all sparkly eyed.

I saw the Free Diaper Bag they give you. Hers was fresh, and not yet tainted by piss and vomit as it will be by the end of year 1 if she uses it. Someone was carrying her flowers for her.

“Please take these rotting red symbols of lady parts for tearing yours up to produce an extension of my genetics!” they seemed to scream in her Husbands arms.

But in all seriousness I was having a moment. It goes pretty fast. My life will never be the same. Since I spent the last of my late 20’s pregnant and a new mother… it’s safe to say it was almost transitional for the big Three Oh that’s coming. 17 months ago I sat in the same place in my wheel chair. My Nana was still alive and would soon come see River. I was still a hopeless, carless, mess. I had PPD. I was in so much post surgical pain, and I was pretty much in shock I was a Mother. None of it felt real.

Now I’m a Vegetarian going on Vegan. Nana is gone. River is talking and walking, and motherhood feels like the norm. In fact I doubt I’d know what to be doing in life without it. (Aside from enjoying sleep at night). I have a car. I have freedom. I have good friends. It’s incomparable. I mean I always had good friends, but I spent a decade nurturing pointless friendships instead of the important ones.

Having my son it feels like yesterday. I stood in the place I once sat, and I couldn’t connect to that girl anymore. I assume that’s how life is. How life should be. If you stand back and wonder how you ever got all the way over here from all the way over there then I assume you’re doing it right.

Peace

I Am A Spider

I am a spider, and my name is Webster. I do lots of good things for all the mammals here on earth everyday. I consume hundreds of insects in my lifetime that could spread plagues, infest your homes, and cause an upset to our eco-system. I was created with a purpose.

Those of my people who have venom aren’t always dangerous or aggressive. Most of the time us spiders like to go about our lives, and do our jobs in peace. We even sometimes do you the fine courtesy of setting up our assistance shops INSIDE your personal dwelling spaces.

And how do you creatures repay us? By slaughtering us, and making a mockery out of it. Apparently, it is cool to demonize us. We aren’t pretty by your standards. We are the scary monsters that go bump in the night, are we? Imagine a world where we weren’t here cleaning up insect over population? You’d beg for us back then as mosquitos feasted on the eyelids of your children.

Do you know how much more likely it is you will die of cancer, an auto mobile accident, or by a rabid dog ripping out your throat than a death caused by one of us? No? Hit up your old pal google. In fact, you’re more likely to kick off because of West Nile than you are because one of us came in to eat the Fire Ant colony that took up residence in your garage.

So next time you see one of us in your house, and you would rather battle the indoor pest control problems on your own (with toxic ozone eating chemicals none the less), at least have the decency to put us outside so we can find a new place to do our God Given Jobs.

It’s not cute, or girly, or endearing in any way that you’re such a pansy that you smash us to bits. It doesn’t make you a hero. It doesn’t make you strong, or brave. It makes you uninformed, and uneducated. It makes you ruled by your phobias, and shows you have no self control or interest in evolving past them.

It is not my people, the people of the silver web, who would devour you alive in your sleep. It is not my people, whom charities are donating netting to protect people from. It is not my people whom crawl into your cereal and poop.

So, really, if you happen to spot one of us on duty… do us and yourselves a favor and leave us alone, or politely relocate us to somewhere you won’t feel so squeamish about us… 

Besides. We’re like that Hacktivist group Anon. We are legion, and we know where you fucking sleep.

With all due respect (which you spider haters have acquired very little of from us)

-Webster the Spidervist