fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk
As a european i sometimes forget furefkied are actually real and not american folklore/cryptids. Like you’ve got friendly little bugs that glow in the dark….. b r uh
in case europeans were worried: we love them very much! even tho they’re clumsy and slow and sometimes bump into you, no one swats fireflies here, or takes them for granted. even grownups sometimes reach out in the summer and gently catch a firefly for a minute before letting it go.
By “reach out” that’s meant quite literally–you just kinda. Stick your hand in their flight path and they land on you and will sit on your hand for a bit. Sometimes if you’re just walking or standing outside while they’re active you have to shoo them off you because they’ll just. Sit on you.
They’re harmless and very pretty and it’s always a treat to see because they’re out for a relatively short time each year.
this is actually true! there have been multiple studies that show that millennials are better at identifying fraudulent links than other generations, and one theory is that rickrolling taught us to be cautious about what links we click!
Remember that the right person will never get tired of you even in the worst times
No, they will! But they’ll work through it, or walk away for a bit (i’m talking minutes to hours) and then come back.
People can love you and still need to get away from you for a bit. And there is nothing toxic about that — it’s good, in fact. It helps remind everyone involved that everyone has boundaries, and everyone needs time to themselves.
It’s okay. Calm down before you talk about something that made you angry while your loved one is sick. Be sure of what made you mad so you can discuss it together.
Love isn’t a one-way street, and it’s something that takes work. Part of that work is knowing when you need to step away.
once again thinking about this guy at the pigeon museum who was giving a little presentation about pigeon mating habits or something, and takes one look at me and my partner and immediately goes “oh and pigeons can be GAY, too!!!”
thinking about weird cultural shit around sexuality/swear words/etc etc and how wild it is that i have to teach my phone’s autocorrect to let me say “fuck”. thats a thing i have to do. my phone will go “Nuh-uh, you naughty so-and-so, you can’t say that!” until i tell it enough times that Yes, Actually, I Don’t Mean Ducking and how fucking wild that is. earlier today i had to convince my phone that “hickies” was a word. hickies is too explicit for my phone to include in its default dictionary. but yknow what? it always capitalizes YouTube correctly.
There’s a lot of dumb ass animal cruelty takes in general but my favorite is the people who think you need to force sled dogs to pull.
Have you ever walked a dog before in your entire life? They love to pull. They’re the pullingest damn things you ever saw. They’ll merrily rip your rotator cuff in half like a phone book for the chance to stick their own face into a pile of old feces. They’ll drag you down the road while you go through all 5 stages of grief trying to make them stop.
There are hundreds of products on the market promising to get ordinary non sled dogs to stop pulling their hapless owners down the road and spilling their iced coffees. People have gone so far as to use electric collars to try and zap sense into their poor stupid labradoodle that wants nothing more but to suicidally pull itself and everyone it loves into the snarling maw of the nearest leash reactive pit bull.
A dog that’s allowed to pull, nay, encouraged to pull, is probably the most self actualized animal on the planet right after seagulls that live somewhere with food stands outdoors.