being tired all the time is such a mystery…. is it anaemia? vitamin d deficiency? chronic fatigue syndrome? depression? insomnia?? is it just the crushing weight of being alive in a capitalist society??? someone cure me
But you know what fucking annoying? That the articles about Avoidant attachment styles are all about how better to communicate with your partner to work around their avoidant/dismissive nature, but the ones about anxious attachment styles are solely about pushing your partner into therapy.
Not any advice on how to communicate better with your partner and understand them, just make them to go therapy.
These are everything I want in a chocolate sugar cookie: they’re really chocolaty, not too sweet, ever-so-slightly salty, and a bit chewy. And, they have that beautiful crackle on top that, for me, is the sign of a perfect rise-and-fall cookie. A rise-and-fall cookie refers to one that rises in the oven and then falls when you take it out. The rise-and-fall process is a result of the baking soda reacting with the cocoa powder and brown sugar before the cookie is set. When the cookies are removed from the oven, they fall, giving them that crackle top. How quickly the cookie rises before it sets up is the key to achieving that finish. For these cookies, to ensure they rise quickly, I don’t refrigerate the dough before baking, which causes the cookies to rise more quickly than if the dough were cold. I use Valrhona cocoa powder to make these, which in my opinion is the best there is, but if you can’t find Valrhona, the cookies will be delicious with whatever cocoa powder you use. And I make them with dark brown sugar in place of the more typical granulated sugar, which gives a depth of flavor to an otherwise straightforward cookie.
It’s wild that my ex was such an abusive POS that if we had sex and he found a little bit of blood on the condom as he took it off (as in there was a little left inside me, not that I was knowingly bleeding and having sex), that he would immediately yell at me and berate me as though I was a disgusting thing to even be bleeding.
My current SO and I just had sex. He stopped midway because he realized there was a little bit of blood. He asked if I was okay and wanted to continue. No anger. No yelling. Just wanted to make sure I was good to keep going. Afterwards he noticed I was really worried about it and told me he didn’t care at all, that it makes no difference to him.
I had been subconsciously been preparing for him to yell and get angry about it. I almost cried when he told me it was no big deal to him.
The abuse from 3 years with an asshole still sticks with me, even 3 years later.
This man loves me more than I’ve ever been loved before, and I am forever grateful and appreciative of him.
it’s so fucked up when you see something you KNOW is a portal to somewhere but you can’t figure out how to activate it. this is the most frustrating feeling that plagues modern man.
I’ve seen this post easily 12 times now and EVERY TIME it’s just a different cat looking at a different door.
