friendly neighboorhood rectangular package

have u tried dancing the problem?

@OneEyedAlpaca nice

during a debate, your opponent simply calls you a dick over and over call that a phallacy

@MaryZoso @kryndolyn pfahaha I hadn't seen it like that x)

unfortunately "I hate conflict" means "I have poor boundaries" it's good to notice when ppl tell you outright

@kryndolyn @MaryZoso what are u doing on a sticker

omg saw this sticker of you

@justalexoki hi taoki I'm box! I love it here

friends and friends of friends! welcome to taoki city! introduce yourself

@basilYam ??? I see hot men everywhere

???? Crazy talk. That's the whole point. I love my weird little freak, you love yours, we both think the other is demented. That's what keeps us from ripping each other's weaves out

@kramerposts estuary is such a horny word

Attraction is just two people merging their power and desires. Like an estuary, but it smells good

@m_ashcroft @sonikudzu de ouf

@UntilTrees @sonikudzu en fait euh mais bas voilà quoi

i keep saying this about English and people keep getting mad at me for English is easy to learn because you don’t have to know it very well at all to use it successfully lmao

@m_ashcroft @sonikudzu euhhh what do you saying about France hein? talk to me when you find a goude croissant in London misteure

@sonikudzu agreed, English is forgiving and easy to get to a minimum level where you can converse plus I think English speakers are so used to non-native speakers doing this to varying degrees of success that it's more expected but you get *one* phoneme wrong in France and...

@daniellellecco @mishapathy oof that was uncomfortable. the character seems to have fundamentally lost the meaning of intimacy in some way that feels just too real

@mishapathy shortstoryproject.com/stories/cuddle…

This is sort of embarrassing, but how do single people meet their physical contact needs?

@lapislagoons @mishapathy 🫂 same :(

@mishapathy I am so deprived it’s horrible

@SoupOfToday 🥰🥰🥰 feeling seen

@UntilTrees 100% ! ☺️🥲 ofc you get it box

there are people that don't want children in many spaces (cafes, etc) all I have to say is my child that is obsessed with reading had access to a library that was child friendly- she didn't have to be quiet (although she is) and she could run around, play and explore

@9chabard very french I love it

@UntilTrees ten of wands

tarot engagement bait time! moots reply with a single word and i'll draw a tarot or oracle card for you from a deck i pick based on the vibe of that word

@babieswithb mid-april, at least in my local park. during winter they give the grass a little break so it can regrow cozily

@UntilTrees wait really? what day does it start?

lmao they don't let you sit on any of the grass in the parks in paris, there's just a constant game of musical chairs happening

finding a bakery by following the smell of fresh bread

@SoupOfToday kid-friendly is generally human-friendly anyway

not all libraries are this way in children's areas and they stifle children although it is good for children to learn when to be quiet and have good behaviors, it is often off-putting for them to not be allowed to be a kid I do wish there were more kid friendly, welcoming spaces

@callanable ❤️ hell yeah, many blessings to the both of you

it's been almost six months since I did something... admittedly inadvisable: moved across the country to live with a guy I met online a few months prior and had spent under three weeks with in person. I'm reflecting after an NYC visit, where my last three relationships ended. I'd moved in with boyfriends before—deliberately, we gone apartment hunting, ostensibly preparing to build our lives together. each time after moving in, I was so excited to make it my home. each time, I'd thought found my person—no more tiptoeing around inconsiderate roommates! each time, things went wrong. they complained that they didn't feel "at home" with me. that I took up too much space, made them small. I tried so hard to include them in decorating decisions, but they never wanted to be involved—they just got upset whenever I made any changes to the home. and they left me thinking I was controlling, dominant, unsafe. so this summer, I found myself sleeping in the attic over my dad's garage, surrounded by the vestiges of those failed homes. a lazy susan I bought for that deep kitchen cabinet, a whiteboard calendar with last month's dates on it, hanging closet organizers without a closet to hang in. it had happened again. I put years into building a home and was now effectively homeless. I had many reasons to feel bitter, but it was obvious that my previous attempts were all wrong. past-me thought I could make anything work, but never asked "should I?" so, in that attic with no running water over my dad's garage, I began to recalibrate. I'd connected with someone here who I really liked; I'd slid into his DMs months earlier, and he'd been a gently supportive presence through the most destabilizing and brutal few months of my life. he saw me at my lowest and didn't flinch. he didn't pursue me or demand anything, but he didn't run away either. I basically handed him the book of Callan: here's all of my past, my flaws, my mistakes, my shame—please reject me now! (I do not recommend this, by the way.) and things progressed from there. fast-forward to October, I showed up to his house with a suitcase and my cat. we wanted to see if we could work as quickly as possible. (I can't say I recommend this either!) he said, "take up as much space as you want or need—whichever is larger." but in my head those voices from the previous living situations echoed: Callan is domineering, overbearing, scary, too much. so I sat on the floor on my laptop every day, staying small. I put on headphones even when he was at work. I said yes to everything no matter what. I shut off my preferences. I did chores only when he was out of the house, and when he did the dishes I feared he was cleaning "at me." he picked me up off the floor and put me on the couch. told me to play my music on the speakers. he asked "are you sure?" when I automatically said yes. he listened when I said what I like/dislike. he laughed when I asked if he was mad at me for not doing the dishes. so when I came home from NYC to find the house completely changed, I remembered how my exes hated when I rearranged or organized something, even if they later admitted it was an improvement. now, I'm on the other side, and it just... feels like love. it is love. after six months here, after so many years of being told I needed to be smaller, I'm still learning to take up space. sometimes you're not the bad things people call you, you're just trying to be right for the wrong people.

@MaryZoso "menage à troidigrade" that's it my day is made ^^

idk who needs to hear (see?) this but i just found some tardigrade porn 👀 youtu.be/yD5yBzLeQUk?si…

@babieswithb we can lay on the grass but only during summertime

do they know that people in other countries lay on grass and that it's completely fine

@callanable adorbs, the rats look so friendly :3

my mom found an old sketchbook of mine, probably from when I was 8-9 years old.