This is literally now my favorite post ever, because its become thousands of reblogs consisting of passing on good fortune. Meanwhile many of y’all added your own comments saying your thanks, and continuing the chain by adding your own little bit of wishful thinking. You are all wonderful.
may you not leak even once
NOT EVEN when you sneeze or cough!
may you always have what you need when you need it.
May you have no cramps.
May you have no headaches
may you start in your own home/somewhere you are comfortable, in your least favourite underwear and with plenty of pads/tampons on hand
may dysphoria not get to you !
^^^may you still feel valid!
and no weeping and crying over commercials.
May your cramps not cause you to throw up!
May your cramps not keep you from going about your day!
May that chocolate you crave, you know, that one specific kind, be within your reach.
May it happen on a day where you have nothing to do.
May you never have 2 in the same month
May you never think you’re cycle has ended only for it to pause then return after a day
If I didn’t remember actually reading this in an actual Calvin and Hobbes book as a child I’d think it was ironically photoshopped like those comics where Mickey Mouse and Goofy talk about how reality is an illusion but this comic strip was actually just……. already………… like that……………
I’ve got another quick and easy tarot trick for y’all! The featured card for this one is The Hermit because I always associate it with taking time to care for yourself. 1. Find The Hermit in your deck. 2. The card below is what’s stressing or draining you. 3. The card above is something you can do for yourself.
thinking about life & its twists and turns today……a lot for an armadillo to deal with but i’ll be okay………….
In case anyone was worried about this little guy
Thank you, I was :D
armadillo, born and raised in the desert for years without seeing a large body of water: *sees a pool* ohhhhh fuck yeag im goin in that big puddle baby
In 1972, she ran away from home. She was gone for several months, and when she got home my grandmother started shaking her and screaming about how someone had told her my mother had no shoes and my grandmother was sure it meant my mom was dead.
She finally calms down, and they piece it together: my grandmother had gotten a phone call from someone who breathed two or three times, said “Cathy’s in bare feet,” and hung up. Except that’s not what they said–my grandmother had written the date in on her calendar, and on that date my mother was in Bare Feet, Arizona. She knew definitively that she was in Bare Feet because on that date she called home to talk to my grandfather, who told her Uncle Jim had died–“got himself shot”–and that she had missed the funeral. Ready for the glitch in the matrix part? Here we go:
–My grandfather had no recollection of the conversation–which would have been a strange conversation indeed, since Uncle Jim was still alive and, in fact, didn’t die until 2009, eight years after my grandfather. However, my mom did miss the funeral, thanks to a delayed flight. Cause of death? Supposedly, it was suicide, but there were enough indications for the family to believe that was a pile of horseshit, not least that shooting himself in the head with the rifle indicated would’ve been near-impossible.
–My mom was going by the name Patricia Danko when she was on the run–she had a fake ID and everything. She hadn’t called herself “Cathy” since leaving home and nobody knew she was traveling under an alias.
–According to my mom, she never gave a name for herself–either Patricia or Cathy–when she was in Bare Feet, and she would’ve had no reason to. Bare Feet had maybe a hundred people in it, and they were just stopping for food and gas.
–This isn’t just an account from my mother–my dad was with her at the time, and he remembers both the phone call and the truckstop.
But that’s not the weirdest nor the creepiest part, which is this:
–I’ve been trying for three years to find Bare Feet, Arizona–on the Internet, on old maps, by talking to old Arizona cowboys, and there was never a Bare Feet, Arizona. My mom convinced my dad to drive “through Bare Feet” on the way back from Texas in 2013 and there was no town anywhere along the highway, not even the abandoned bones of one. I’ve looked for Bare Feet, Barefeet, Bear Feet, Bare Feat, Bare Foot, Barefoot, and Bear Foot. None of these exist.
My mother stopped in a town that doesn’t exist, ate in a restaurant that never was, made a phone call that could not have happened and was apparently answered by a ghost from 40 years in the future, and later that night someone called my grandmother from a number that turned up on her phone bill only as a pay phone in Arizona to say that single sentence, “Cathy’s in Bare Feet.”
I didn’t initially want to reblog things here, but this is just too far up my alley. I think I’ll start collecting stories of incidents like this, weirdling magic at its most potent.
Growing up in Arizona: I fully believe that all of this is true.
There’s a couple little town that pop in and out of existence, I’m sure of it. I remember one myself. When I was little, I lived in a school bus with my family. We’ve been through a couple little highway junction towns, and then never been able to find them again. I distinctly remember a circle k that tried to kill me, and when I asked my mom about it, she said that we never went back there, but when she tried to find it on a map? nothing.
Arizona is mostly Rez land. Sacred grounds. The last holdouts of a people who have been here long enough to remember the stars they came from. I’m certain that Bare Feet exists, but maybe not /here/.
I’ve spent 30+ years in Arizona and I can confirm this too. I vividly remember towns and events from my youth but am unable to find them now that I am an adult. I ask people who went on these adventures with me and we all remember it but these places aren’t on any map, in any Google search.
Happened to my mom and husbear last month. They took some back road, under directions of a forest ranger, to find a town that we found out later doesn’t exist. Forest ranger swears up and down it does.
I think this is why I love Welcome to Night Vale so much. I feel like it captures the kind of weird transient place a lot of Arizona exists in.
My mother grew up in Arizona, including a few years on one of the Reservations, and she’s got
Stories. Lost time, stalled cars being pushed uphill, mysterious lights… That’s not even counting some of the stories from when she and my dad drove truck in the 70s. Deserts are freaky weird places.
Last time I drove from AZ through NM to CO, the same vehicle kept passing us over and over. And I drive like a fucking maniac speed demon. But sure enough, Id be passed, I had someone in the car who witnessed it too. It was the same vehicle. Theres details about the vehicles I don’t want to share, but Especially just over on the New Mexico side, or Southern CO, I just feel on edge, I see things like lights on the road that appear and disappear and generally the hair stands up on my neck when I’m near there. It’s weird cause my releatives have lived in those areas forever. I hate it though, even on uninhabited stretches with nothing but pine trees or open space for miles in the night, I feel like I’m being watched. And I’ve driven all over the country for work, literally hundreds of thousands of miles, many of which at night, I never get that feeling or see any lights or anything strange or feel paranoid. So I agree, something about that land. Idk. I stay away as much as possible.
I just want to thank you all because as a writer, posts like this are what I live for. I’m thinking gay cowboy supernatural drama. Yeah. Gay werewolf? Maybe…
I grew up in arizona and have so many crazy stories about driving around in the desert. Once my friend and I were trying to get to a party our friend gave us directions to over the phone. He said take the first left you see just after you hit dirt. We hit dirt and some twenty minutes later still only right turns. We’re way outside town by now and just as I suggest we turn around we see headlights coming toward us pretty fast so I pulled off to the side of the narrow road as they got closer to us and suddenly they just went out. They didnt turn they just dissapeared and we kept driving to see if there was a car but didnt see anything but drove in to a cloud of dust. we were so freaked we turned around. When we were almost back to pavement i saw headlights in my rear view. They flashed twice my friend saw it too and then dissapeared. I have also seen flaming things fall from the sky, loud explosions have been heard near my hometown with no explanation. The desert holds some old powers we dont understand.
If you guys like Arizona the liminal desert, then ooo boy.
You should try the whole middle of Australia some time.
You guys should come to Texas, too.
There’s whole areas in the eastern/middle part that are nothing but state forests and empty lands. @tinyfiestyrosiekitten and I managed to teleport somehow an hour ahead in time, and a hundred miles ahead of where we were less than five minutes before.
We got lost coming back in a town that didn’t exist, at a rest stop that has vanished- and that we’ve never seen again on our return trips down 287 past Lufkin/Crockett and Woodville.
And the sky never, ever quite looks right at sunset- that hint of pink and green.
I’ve lived in AZ all my life and still live in AZ and it’s fucked. I totally believe all these stories. Some weird shit goes down in this state man.
There is some weird stuff that goes in Arizona. ESPECIALLY at night. I remember my family and I were driving home from Phoenix at night. Not a single car coming inbound or from behind. It was just pitch black out and not a single star in sight. The music was low and the head light would catch little flashes of the bugs that would pass through the beams. But I ever so clearly recall this massive white bird shot up from the front of the car. Literally coming out of no where. It’s wingspan covered the entire windsheild. This mystical white bird way way to big for being an owl…My father was the one driving that night and had not see a single thing in middle of the road.
Мелочи, которые остались за сценой Dreamfall Chapters (: 1 - Кристоффер Грав рисует концепт с Эйприл Райан, который не был показан. Вариацию этого портрета можно увидеть на картинке из Артбука для Книги первой. 2 - Ранний концепт Анны, который был показан в
Pc Powerplay 2013 10 Oct. 3 - Концепт-арт мужчины-зиида от Rikke Jansen (художника RTG), который она нарисовала для фаната игры, захотевшего сделать косплей. —————————- En.: Interesting artworks, which remained behind the scenes (: 1 - Christoffer Grav draws a concept art with April Ryan, which was not shown. The variation of this portrait can be seen in the picture from Artbook of Book One: Reborn. 2 - Early concept art for Anna, which was published in Pc Powerplay 2013 10 Oct. 3
- Concept art of the male Zhid by Rikke Jansen (RTG artist),
which she drew for a fan, who wanted to make cosplay.
————————— Источники/Sources:1, 2, 3.
“Бесконечному путешествию бесконечная гифка“. GIF для наших друзей в ВК. ———————————— En.: GIF we made for our friends Dreamfall Chapters: The Longest Journey (russian fan community).
