gaelfling @gaelfling@witches.live

People of colour deserve to live lives that are free of oppression, free of the threat of harm, free of fear. If you don't believe this simple fact, ask yourself- why?

Alright, new planet names are:
Lugh (Mercury)
Aine (Venus)
Eriu (Earth)
Macha (Mars)
Nuada (Jupiter)
Flidais (Saturn)
Danu (Uranus)
Manannan (Neptune)
Badb (Pluto)
thank you for coming to my TED talk :P

I have decided to rename the planets of this system. for one, I'm not a roman, so why am I using their naming scheme in the first place? And two, there are much better Gods to name the planets after :P

Loki is so gender neutral/fluid, that the pronouns for Loki, are Loki, and Loki ;)

I don't know which one of you needs to hear this but:
You are worth it
You deserve good things
You are amazing

The 'moral high ground' is pointless when you are dead...

Because I was feeling silly:

Been getting back into the habit of doodling... should post a few scans when I get the chance.

Friendly reminder:

Why are they called humming birds?
Because they don't know the lyrics!
:P

My curse is letting people in, and losing them. I just can't stay detached though, I can't *not* be close to people. I want to have people in my life, I want to be able to talk to people, and listen to them, and share in this crazy thing we call reality.
I have no idea how I'm supposed to move on. How I'm supposed to let go. How I'm supposed to live in a world without them.
I'm broken, and I have no idea if I want to be fixed anymore.

What I got was disfunctional from the get go. Never questioned it through the years- who does when they are growing up. Sure things might feel off, but how do you know, right?
No, it wasn't until later when I met people and met their family that I got an idea of just how screwed up things were.
I've never gotten to say good bye. I've lost so many, and never had the chance. There is a hole in me where those people should be- vacant and dark, ready to drag me in at the slightest provocation.

I wish you were here. I wish I could talk to you, ask you questions so I can better understand me. Who am I, what am I. Why is it that I don't think like them, why can't I understand them. Why do I feel so much, and think so much, and... just why.
I'm not normal, I don't even know what normal is, to be honest. I've heard stories of 'normal', then I meet people and realize it's all a lie.
What is family? Pretty sure it's not whatever I had growing up. I've seen what I think of as functional families, who love each other, and show it.

Eventually I got to a point of being able to say 'no' and 'no more'. The more I say those majick things, the stronger I feel. There is power in words, but it's only the power you put into them.
I'm still healing me, still peeling back the layers in order to find who I really am, what I really want. I'm letting myself grieve for people I have lost, for the years I have lost, for the self I neglected.
There is no journey of value, that is down an easy road, the thorns and brambles and rocks are what help us to heal.

I used to be concerned with how people viewed me, consumed by how others perceived me. I cared far too much about the impression I was making, always wanting to please everyone else- I lost myself in that. Forgot who I was, in favor of the illusion that was what other people wanted. Or at least what I thought they wanted.
The perfect mimic- no real self, no real emotions or needs or desires. Only what other people needed, or wanted, or desired.
What are you when you have hollowed yourself out for what other people want? Barely even a ghost, to be honest.

One of those things in life- you can't ever know what is in another persons head- you can't know what is in their heart either, and you shouldn't try. Trying to figure out what other people feel, or think, is only going to drive you mad.
You should only worry about what you feel, and what you know- It's fine to be empathetic, but at a certain point, you have to be careful not to let it tear you down, to not let it drown you.

I don't get the fuss over Kobe being dead- I mean, he's a sports dude, so what? Like, did he do anything to help solve world hunger? Did he fight for equality? LGBT+ rights? wee, he was 'famous', so what, people die, kind of part of the whole living package people... anyone want to explain why I should care?