ghost mom

"The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: Now is the time of Monsters" Gramsci quote poster spotted in NYC

ever since I was a little girl I knew I never wanted to download the Microsoft Authenticator app on my personal phone to access every professional platform necessary to do my job.

this just restored 5 years to my life

@SortaBad Well shucks ☺️

@radtoria Everyone just loves to see you

Haven’t updated my profile pic in years because I gained a bunch of weight and was embarrassed but then I realized my weight is the least interesting thing about me

@uncledrunky Also, thank you!

@uncledrunky My son took it! He always gets the best pics of me because I just look at him and start beaming. :)

Update: guess who got their Master’s Degree this year? MEEEEEEEEEE 🌈

@Mike39962570 I’m choosing to believe there’s still a person in there but I worry about how long it will last if they keep following this path. Thank you for putting all of this into words. Harsh truths that I wish didn’t resonate so deeply.

Anyone Living with an Alcoholic Part 2 of 2 Continued: Just bear in mind that the stranger living in your house, who replaced your loved one, is capable of anything - I mean, anything - for a bottle. You’re living by choice with a terminal disease - a knife above your head - without even realizing it. If they’re good at something, they’re good at keeping you hanging there and feeding their addiction. If you try to break lose, you may as well be dead. As long as you don’t provide alcohol, your life does not matter. And no one else’s life, as a matter of fact. Whatever or whoever challenges or pose a threat to the addiction must be destroyed. That’s the pure truth, and I’ve seen it first hand: I find the “poor him” theories quite ironical. There’s no “him” or “her” left. Poor… who? Their body is coordinated by disease. There’s no person trapped inside. The person is gone. And you’ll face this truth every single time you’ll try to test, help or see their reactions. An alcoholic is very similar to a feral animal: you have something they want, all good, the moment you stop feeding the addiction is the moment it will bite you to kill. You’re no value to them except for the bottles you can give. You either keep them at bay in an unconscious stage by giving them enough alcohol - or run for your life and make sure they never find you. There’s no compromise in between.

Anyone Living with an alcoholic Part 1 of 2 short version: it’s a nightmare. Long version: you live with someone you can’t communicate with, rely on or at the very least trust that won’t kill you in your sleep if that’s what it takes for a drink. It’s worse than a mental illness because in the very few moments they are sober they seem normal. They talk to you, smile at you, admit there is a problem, make plans to change - all those while in their mind there’s a frenzy race for the next bottle. This is what their brain is busy with, every waking second of their lives: no matter what they do in that moment, no matter what they say, no matter what mask they have on. Their supreme goal in love that will always prevail over you, the kids, the family home, the job, the family food, their or their family’s integrity, the one that will prevail life itself is where is the next bottle. That’s it. This is all an alcoholic is. Hold no illusions. There’s nothing else behind those imploring eyes: just the disease. It’s more than an obsession: it’s replacing their entire selves. It’s becoming brain damage at some point. But before it becomes brain damage it replaces the self. You basically have no person to talk to. They look like a human and pretend to act like one but it’s just the carcass. Inside their mind and soul there’s no room left for anything else. And that’s a fact that, in time, becomes as clear as it comes. The one I know had all the support in the world. Went to rehab, counseling, AA sessions. After every single one of them he frantically looked for the next bottle on his way back. He had a nice family, a lot of friends, love: nothing mattered. I’ve pretty much seen it all: gaslighting, promises, tears, cynically breaking them all in a matter of seconds, hidden bottles everywhere, frustration that he’s caught and we’re not all idiots, another set of lies, another set of promises until he reached the bathroom where there was a secret bottle hidden. There’s nothing human left in them: they’re a stinking bunch of human flesh and no conscience. Just the carcass to remind you of who they once were. And now that I mentioned it: the smell. You’ll be sick of that rotten smell all around you, in every corner of your house, embedded in the walls, in your clothes, in your hair and flesh. It will become your mark everywhere you go. No cleaning and no perfume can mask or hide it: you’ll live with it every second of your day. Alcohol is “the only thing in the world that makes them happy” - that’s what they say in their rare moments of honesty, and that’s what their twisted brains leads them to believe. And another manifestation of alcoholism is the total lack of conscience. THEIR happiness (induced by alcohol) is all that matters. Nothing about other people around them, being them friends, parents, spouses or children, is worth a second thought. You can go to hell because of them and it will not impact them in any way. In regard with alcohol consumption, nothing will. Try to get the bottle off them and you’ll swear they are possessed and in need of exorcism. No sane or insane person can put such on such a show. They’d steal, assault, destroy everyone and everything to get their next fix. The outside world simply doesn’t matter to them. They cease being a person at some point and it’s just the addiction screaming inside. You don’t have the family member in front of you anymore: there’s a carcass somehow looking like him or her, screaming “give it to me”. That’s all. You can’t have any other expectations from the entity they become. There’s nothing left. There’s no one in there, no matter how hard you try to find the person inside. Whatever was human in them left - or died - long time ago. But they’ll play any drama or any role to impress as a means to an end: and the end is the same: just a little bit. Just a bit of alcohol. Please.

CHRIS PRATT HATE VINDICATED MOTHERFUCKERS.

@Sober_lifestyl Congrats! You look amazing!

I am 1 year and 1 month clean!

Most men can't even wear a condom, what are you talking about??

ICYMI The Muppet History account is getting cancelled. I will never leave this site.

@prothean_mage This is my Veil Jumper, Birch, from my first play through. I miss her already.

#veilguard #rookreveal Can I see your Rooks pwease? Sad🥺

@KimberlyMariey @Cluffalo Me too! I consider her one of the prettiest people I’ve ever seen. This is the first time I’ve heard I’m not in the majority and it’s kinda boggling my mind.

I don't think most people find her attractive, they like her music and performances Not everything women do is about being sexually attractive, her audience is mostly women and girls The vibe is "cool but accessible older friend"

@ShakShumory @janeshepards Whoa! I only had a wisp! How’d you do that?

@janeshepards May i add they're not the only vendor you can have in there ? So far i have 3 wisps and a spirit

#veilguardspoilers i don't know how many people know this but based off of the treviso/minrathous decision, whichever vendor you lose, they'll become the spirit vendor in the crossroads. you can sell your valuables there to build strength and buy what the former vendor sold

@DarkUrgeDiaries I'm sorry, but I'm also not sorry

#veilguardspoilers but truly my fave confirmation they put in the game is that Solas did indeed go to a dalish clan like "I'm Fen'harel" and they beat him up for it

Someone said the dragon age veilguard character creator is biased against pretty women so everyone show me your hot fem presenting Rooks/Inquisitors

What do you think they said?