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When what you say is what you mean I walked in the snow with dissapointment in my chest. I had lied again and told my struggling roomate what she wanted to hear. Do you think im a good person? She had asked, each of us at our room doors staring at the other, pretending to see deeper than the skin we wore. I had been living with this woman for a year and I had gotten used to seeing the hope in the creases of her face, the hope… When what you say is what you mean
Found one of Lin Manuel Miranda’s quotes from his good morning goodnight book that I really love “Gmorning. YOU ARE SO LOVED AND WE LIKE HAVING YOU AROUND. *ties one end of this sentence to your heart, the other end to everyone who loves you, even the ones you haven’t heard from for a while* *checks knots* THERE. STAY PUT, YOU. Gnight. YOU ARE SO LOVED AND WE LIKE HAVING YOU AROUND. *ties one end of this sentence to your heart, the other end to everyone who loves you in this life, even if clouds obscure your view* *checks knots* THERE. STAY PUT, YOU. TUG IF YOU NEED ANYTHING” I think it’s a quote everyone deserves to hear
“Where do you feel the most safe?” Is it at home in your bedroom? Or with your friends around, when y’all randomly tell jokes and laugh at each other’s humor? Is it when you have a mother-child discussion? Or when you talk to your dad about the things on your mind? Do you feel safe during sibling-bonding moments? Or when you’re left all alone? Do you feel safe when talking to your partner? Or when they hold you closely like a fragile work of art? When you sit alone at an open space, lost in thought, do you feel safe when a stranger walks up to you and offers support or listening ears? Do you feel safe at a party, with loud music, while having the time of your life? Or with your best friends, while you yap about shits and they’re focused and very interested in everything you’re saying? Is it when you talk to strangers-turned-friends online and they offer the virtual support that they can? Or are you safest when someone dear to you treats you like shit? Do you feel safe on your balcony, listening to the subtle midnight breeze at 2am and letting the wind kiss your skin at the world’s most quiet and peaceful time? Or in a dark room, with your headphones on at its loudest volume, listening to songs to calm your anxiety? Is it when you lay outside at 11pm, watching the bright stars and the moon while you try to make a constellation? Or when you take an evening walk on the clean streets, listening as the trees sway from the force of the wind? Or on rainy nights, as the raindrops hit the roof, the floor, and your window? Who/what does your safe space look like? Where do you feel the most safe? — Xan
We have now been on Tumblr for about five weeks. We were in a very comfortable place in our transition then. A couple surgeries and some growth to go still, sure. But we fully see ourselves as girls. Our neighbors see us as girls. (Well, girl , but whatever). We get gendered correctly everywhere. But we still felt very, very alone. A loved one, maybe two, we’re quite lucky that way. But noone else.. Sure, there are a few girls our age in our area. Some of em very gay, even. And same on other parts of The Internet™. Wlw aren’t extremely hard to find, it seems… But something’s still always felt off . Something that just sharing a gender, and sexuality, didn’t fix. Something that, back on Reddit ( ew, I know ), not even a trans status helped with. Then came Tumblr. Yeah, moderation is abysmal (fuck staff). But here, others are like us. Just like us. Here, we don’t always feel othered , as we do everywhere else, even when other people don’t know. Here, others don’t feel alien for having lived so much, so differently, for so long. It feels better , for the first time. Here, the people around us share a journey. Sometimes, not even too far along. Sometimes struggling and spiraling through it, as we all have, as we still do sometimes. And never really the same, of course. But here, we’re surrounded by people who get it . People who live, or have lived, through most of it. Here, people are neurodivergent, just like us. People have bpd, just like us. People have gone through so much hardship. People are othered elsewhere, sometimes even here , for the same reasons. Here, people aren’t just trans. They’re trans, just like us. Here, we are proud to be this way. We’re proud to belong somewhere, even if the venue isn’t the best. We get to look around, and be happy knowing there are more of us, unlike what the entire rest of the world wants us to think. To all the trans women, enbie transfems, and other cute girlthings who now live on our phone: Thank you for all of this. Here, we are proud to call you Sisters . 🏳⚧
Dear You, You entered my life during a season of grief. I was searching for peace after surviving a relationship that demanded pieces of me I could no longer afford to give away. You felt different. You gave me room to breathe. You let me be myself. I mistook that freedom for safety. Looking back now, I realize there is a difference. I met you while carrying my own wounds, but yours were older. Heavier. The kind that had been following you long before I arrived. The kind that shaped the way you viewed love, trust, family, and commitment. I listened to your stories and my heart broke for the little boy hidden behind the man. I wanted to protect him. I wanted to wrap him in understanding and convince him that not everyone leaves. The problem was that I was so focused on saving you that I forgot to save myself. I ignored the warning signs because they didn’t look like warnings. They looked like pain. They looked like trauma. They looked like someone who needed to be loved harder than everyone else. What I didn’t understand then was that love cannot heal a person who has not decided to heal themselves. I was building a future while you were still trying to survive your past. I had plans. Dreams. A vision for the life I wanted. A family. Stability. Partnership. When you asked me to build that future with you, I believed you. I believed every promise because I would have never spoken those words unless I intended to keep them. Then the moment came when that dream became real. The moment I told you I was carrying our child. And the moment you left. There are heartbreaks that people recover from quickly. Then there are heartbreaks that split your life into two versions of yourself: the person you were before and the person you became afterward. For years, I asked myself the same questions. Why wasn’t I enough? Why did this happen to me? What could I have done differently? The answer took me years to find. Nothing. Because the truth was never about my worth. You were fighting battles that existed long before me. Battles that I could not win for you. Battles that no amount of loyalty, patience, forgiveness, or love could erase. I used to be angry. Maybe part of me always will be. I was angry that the most beautiful chapter of my life became one of the most painful. Angry that I had to carry responsibilities we were supposed to share. Angry that I spent years mourning someone who was still alive. But healing has a strange way of changing the questions. Now I don’t ask why you left. I ask why I stayed emotionally attached to someone who had already gone. And that answer taught me more about myself than you ever could. You broke me in ways I didn’t know were possible. But you also introduced me to a strength I didn’t know existed. You showed me how fiercely I could fight. How deeply I could love. How much I could endure. You gave me the greatest gift of my life, even if you never stayed around long enough to understand it. Our son. The child who forced me to become stronger than my heartbreak. The child who gave purpose to my pain. The child who reminded me every day that life continues even after disappointment. For a long time, I wrote letters to you that I never sent. Letters filled with anger. Letters filled with questions. Letters filled with grief. This one is different. This letter is not about getting answers. It’s about setting them down. Because after eight years, I finally understand that some people enter our lives as lessons rather than destinations. I hope one day you find peace with the things that haunt you. I hope one day you learn how to love yourself in the ways you struggled to love others. I hope one day you become the man you promised you would be. Not for me. Not even for our son. For yourself. As for me, I’m still healing. Still growing. Still learning how to trust life after disappointment. But I’m no longer waiting for closure from someone who could never provide it. I found that closure within myself. So, Dear You, Thank you for the pain. Thank you for the lessons. Thank you for the strength I discovered while surviving what you left behind. And most of all, thank you for the child who taught me that even after devastation, something beautiful can still grow. — Me
What Did You Do GRANDPOP? While skimming some Facebook pages I came across a service that an organization was providing grandfathers to write their life history to be passed onto their grandchildren. Continue reading What Did You Do GRANDPOP? View On WordPress
Conditions Regret came to me in a dream and asked if I would ever open my heart to him. I said that I would never. That confidence is an emotion he has never felt in his life and I could not be with someone who sees themselves as only a list of do-overs. He was quiet as he thought of a retort, yet he couldnt find one, and with a whip of his hand he slowly dissipated into air, claiming that he would be… Conditions
The sun told me that the universe has no name. Every God has to be given one and a galaxy is not conscience enough to accept any it is given. I asked why, that a being of such magnitude should have the capacity to be named but the sun retorted that its magnitude was the exact problem. To give a name to a god is to give them more power than they already have. Try giving infinity more power, more… https://liacheck692-nalis.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/1069/
Deer & Boy: A Journey of Wonder and Promis ALT Deer & Boy game brings its heartfelt narrative platformer journey to Steam Deck and Linux via Windows. Thanks to the creative team at Lifeline Games, this adventure already feels full of wonder, and promise. Due to make its way directly onto Steam . Some releases hit you before you even touch the controller. Deer & Boy looks like one of those rare adventures. It starts as a quiet escape. Then, it slowly becomes something much bigger, stranger, and more personal. French indie studio LifeLine and publisher Dear Villagers announced during AG French Direct that Deer & Boy will release in June. For players, the good news is even better. The release is also expected on Linux and Steam Deck via Windows with Proton. This puts it right in the sights of handheld PC fans and Linux players who like emotional indie games with style . There is also a new trailer out now, and a Steam demo lets players try a chapter of this touching adventure via Proton. A boy, a fawn, and a journey that already hurts a little Deer & Boy was first revealed at Summer Games Fest 2024, and it has had that “keep an eye on this one” energy ever since. The setup is simple, but it has real weight. A young boy runs away from home. Somewhere along the way, lost and alone, he meets a frightened fawn. Neither of them seems ready for the road ahead. Also, neither of them looks strong enough to handle what is coming. That is what makes it work. This is not just a cute animal buddy story. It is a narrative platformer about trust, fear, growth, and survival. The boy and the fawn need each other. Not in some cheesy way. Instead, it is in that quiet, painful way where two broken little souls make the world feel less impossible. As the adventure continues, the fawn grows into a powerful deer. That change is not just visual. It feels like the heart of the gameplay. The deer becomes strong enough to help the boy face the obstacles tied to his destiny. Meanwhile, the whole journey turns into a dreamlike crossing into adulthood. That sounds heavy, in the best way. The kind of indie title players like to champion As a player, this is exactly the kind of project I like seeing in the spotlight. Deer & Boy is the first project from LifeLine. This is a French independent studio founded by Jayson Houdet, who is also the game director. That matters. You can feel when a title is built around a clear vision. It is not just a checklist. Houdet shared a heartfelt message for players who have already shown love for Deer & Boy . He said that the team is deeply thankful and touched by the reaction to the preview. Furthermore, he also said they feel the weight of those expectations and are putting their hearts into bringing their vision to life. That kind of pressure is real. Indie games live and die on connection. When a small team says they want to make something meaningful , you can usually tell pretty fast whether they mean it. With Deer & Boy , the careful animation, the quiet emotion, and the bond between the characters all point in the right direction. Deer & Boy | Trailer Steam Deck players should keep this one close For Linux and Steam Deck players, Deer & Boy is especially worth watching. The game is expected in June 2026 on Linux and Steam Deck via Windows on Steam, which should make it a strong fit for players who enjoy cinematic indie adventures away from a desk. This feels like the kind of release made for headphones, a dim room, and a handheld screen. This is not because it is small, but because it looks intimate. It is the kind of experience where every step, every glance, and every quiet moment matters. The Steam demo is also a smart move. A title like this needs to be felt. Trailers can show the mood, but the real test is movement, pacing, animation, and how quickly that bond between the boy and the fawn grabs you. Deer & Boy could be one of 2026’s quiet standouts There is still plenty we do not know. Performance details, Steam Deck verification, and deeper gameplay systems will matter a lot for PC players when launch gets closer. But the core narrative platformer idea is already strong. Deer & Boy has a lonely child running from home. A scared fawn learning to trust. A beautiful world that seems gentle at first, then slowly asks more from both of them. It has the shape of a coming of age story, but with the magic and danger only dedicated gameplay can deliver. For fans of emotional indies, cinematic platformers, and story-first adventures, this one deserves a spot on the wishlist. Deer & Boy narrative platformer launches in June 2026 on Steam Deck (verified) and Linux via Windows on Steam .
Propagation I pick up the cup from my windowsil. Inside it are a few leaves of my dead transcdentia, theyre growing new roots and trying again. Taking in sunlight and becoming anew. As i stare at them and move the remaining water around the circular shape, I wonder if i could grow just as easily. If I were to cut off the dead parts of myself could I rebuild them from the ground up. Become an array of a past… Propagation
Don’t Know What You Got ‘Til It’s Gone I did not know I had so much in common with Folk Singer Joni Mitchell until I reviewed an article about Earth Day and once again fell in love with one of her songs. “Big Yellow Taxi” did not catch my attention, nor my recollection, of the title at first, but after watching a rendition of the song I realized it was, and still is, one of the greatest songs about preserving the… View On WordPress
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