man: has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?
me: oh no sir, today is my first day out of doors and papà forbade mirrors in the house lest we fall victim to vanity
for the record, ‘not feeling anything’ is a valid and not unusual response to trauma or grief
so if you feel empty and devoid of feeling, it’s not because you’re a cold and uncaring person.
Sometimes, not feeling anything is the only way you can cope.
Be prepared for a delayed reaction, too. It’s very common to be totally calm during a crisis, and then days or weeks (or years) later suddenly get hit with a tidal wave of “HOLY SHIT THAT HAPPENED.”
Sometimes your mind waits until it feels safe to start processing things emotionally. It’s a powerful survival strategy, but it can really blindside you, because just as you start to feel like things are okay, you’re overwhelmed by the realization of how not-okay things were before.
This may not happen, and that’s okay too. But it’s something to watch out for when your initial reaction is numbness.
ohmygosh he is helping the little owl cross the stream in the first one!
“You will get wet otherwise
Here I help
I am good doge”
This is like a Disney movie.
They need an animated film made about the two of them going on an adventure 😀
I really want to know the story behind these photos, like are they someone’s pets? Are they wild? Are they best friends that stare deep into each other’s soulful eyes?! I’ve got to know!!
How did this unlikely animal friendship begin? 😀
Apparently they are known as Ingo and Poldi. Poldi hatched several days after his clutchmates, and was picked on for being small. Ingo was from a family of police dogs, and ended up looking after the owlet. They are both pets of the photographer.
“They respect each other and they can read each other.”
Mulder:Scully, that is the second time that you’ve approached a dangerous suspect without backup. What’s going on? Scully:Thought you’d want some more quality time with your lizard man.
When you’re born a light is switched on, a light which shines up through your life. As you get older the light still reaches you, sparkling as it comes up through your memories. And if you’re lucky as you travel forward through time, you’ll bring the whole of yourself along with you, gathering your skirts and leaving nothing behind, nothing to obscure the light. But if a Bad Thing happens part of you is seared into place, and trapped for ever at that time. The rest of you moves onward, dealing with all the todays and tomorrows, but something, some part of you, is left behind. That part blocks the light, colours the rest of your life, but worse than that, it’s alive. Trapped for ever at that moment, and alone in the dark, that part of you is still alive.
