Slytherin: *insults Someone*

ohhh my god I needed this 

ADVICE FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT HAVING A GOOD DAY:

wait until it gets dark and make tea or coffee or hot chocolate, or if it’s too hot outside make yourself a healthy smoothie with your favorite things in it at any point during the day

put on your favorite underwear, it helps, trust me, it’s an old family secret (i’m not kidding)

if you have a pet, play the “how many things can i stick on you until you move or get mad” game (bonus points if they fall asleep, extra bonus points if a family member sees you and tells you to quit it, extra double ultra points if they join in)

rip a peice of paper into as many little pieces as you can

go to animeseason.com and click “random anime” until you see one that looks completely ridiculous (or actually good) and watch the first episode. repeat if it sucked or if you get bored halfway through

spend at least an hour making a music playlist for how you feel right now and save it for now or when you feel a bad mood rise again

curl up in bed and cover yourself with blankets and pillows and put in music and just lay there for a while (sleeping is also good)

eat everything

drink lots of water

it’s okay bad moods don’t last forever!!!!!! i promise!!! you will be yourself soon and there are people who love you very much, don’t be afraid to reach out to them

you are lovely

eat lots of bananas

Okay, buckle up buckaroos, because today I met an honest-to-goodness cryptid.

I was out running errands and I made a stop at Intimate Books (…for a friend), and on my way out I realized that the bookshop next door was open.

This bookshop has existed for more than a hundred years, and in all my life it has NEVER BEEN OPEN. I mean, I assume it has to be open sometimes, but never at any normal, reasonable hour. Everyone says it’s a front for the mob or something.

So what do you do when the weird mafia bookshop is open? You go the fuck inside.

The first thing I noticed was the smell. You know that smell when you accidentally leave your towel on the bathroom floor all day and you come back to that mildew funk? The shop smelled like that times a thousand. I expected to see stuff growing on the walls, but the books were pristine. We’re talking first editions, rare editions, weird Bibles and books inscribed to really famous dead people. Librarians would weep for the chance to accession this place. In the first two minutes I found a signed copy of The Crucible and what I think was a first edition of Blake’s Book of Thel.

Then a clerk showed up out of nowhere—honestly nowhere. He looked EXACTLY like a bookseller should look, kind of fluffy and bewildered and really, really gay.

“Are you lost?” was the first thing he said to me.

“Nope. Just browsing, thanks.”

“Browsing, I see. Erm. How do you feel about snakes?” he asked. And without waiting for me to answer, he just walked away and vanished around a shelf.

I figured it was a metaphor, or a code phrase for the mafia. Until I turned a corner like ten minutes later and found a little reading nook. It was really pretty, although I feel like that particular window should have been on an interior wall? Anyway, curled up in an armchair in a patch of sunlight was the biggest fuck-off black snake I have ever seen.

Like, I don’t mind snakes in general. But in their normal context, right? Outside. On the ground. Not six feet long and sitting on a threadbare velvet armchair like it owns the place.

I was about to turn around and leave, but I saw a gorgeous first-edition copy of Leaves of Grass on a shelf, a little too close to the snake for comfort. But I had never needed anything so badly in my life.

So I went back to the counter to buy it, but the clerk was nowhere to be found.

While I was waiting, I noticed a collection of pictures hanging on the wall behind the counter, dating back to the very dawn of photography. A couple were of this rock-star looking guy from the 70s that I should probably have recognized, but there were authors and landscapes and stuff, too. There was even an old tintype portrait of Oscar freaking Wilde, sitting in this very shop with a guy that I would ACTUALLY SWEAR was the clerk from before. Like, I know my family all has the same nose, but this guy had the same everything.

After approximately one year of waiting, the clerk came back out to the desk. By now I’ve realized that he’s too bad at his job to be anything but the owner of the shop.

“I saw your snake,” I told him.

“Did you? Was he behaving himself?”

“He was sleeping.”

“Yes, he enjoys that.”

“Does he just stay out in the open like that? What if he gets out?”

He shrugged and smiled. “He always comes home again, the dear boy.”

Right, a homing snake. That’s totally normal.

Then he cleared his throat and asked, in a weirdly reluctant voice, if I was going to buy the Whitman.

“Yes, please,” I told him. “I saw it on a shelf by the snake, and it was just too tempting.”

He sighed. “Oh, yes, I expect it was.”

When I started to hand him my card, he went all fluttery and said that they didn’t take cards.

All right, fine. I had some cash on me, but I told him that he’d sell a lot more books if he got a Square or something.

He got this scandalized look on his face and went, “Why would I want to do that?”

Oookay. I handed over the cash and he popped open the ancient till and started making change.

In shillings. Shillings! I swear to god I saw Queen Anne’s face on one of them. The silver value of the coins was probably as much as I paid for the book.

But I had to have proof that this happened—at that point, all I had was a book in a plain brown wrapper, not appreciably different from what I bought next door. So I asked him for a receipt.

He looked delighted and wrote one up for me.

By hand.

With a fountain pen.

And that’s the story of how I met a bookseller cryptid and his pet snake.

everyone who reads this post will get some big spicy joy within 24 large minutes (hours)

some DID things i wish someone had told me sooner

tumblr is not a resource.

dissociation isn’t spiritual.

systems aren’t spiritual either.

other people won’t usually notice you switching but sometimes you won’t  notice yourself switching either.

you don’t have to know who was fronting at all times.

alters can influence you even if they’re not currently fronting (re: passive influence).

sometimes you won’t realize when an alter is co-con with you, other times you will but you won’t know who.

it’s ok if you don’t know who you are.

it’s ok if you don’t know how many alters you have.

your alters don’t have to have their own names.

it’s common to not know every little detail about your alters.

it’s also common to not have good system communication.

persecutors are traumatized, not evil.

every part of you deserves a chance to recover and be happy. treat your alters kindly.

you don’t have to identify as multiple people just because you have DID.

alters are parts of one whole.

you don’t have to have a system name.

you don’t owe anyone anything about your alters or trauma (but you should consider sharing with a therapist).

it’s ok to not know everything about your system.

it’s ok to be confused about a lot of things.

DID is confusing.

About Me

My name is Micha, I’m 16 years old. I am non-binary, and use they/them/theirs. I am not new to tumblr, nor it’s drama, and have created this as an outlet for my thoughts and feelings. I hope to post regularly here, and look forward to using this platform once more - but this time with more purpose. 

The reason I chose my username (write-dreamer-survivor) is because it is who I am in three words. Writer. I am a writer, and that is one of the biggest aspects of who I am. I will always write, whether it be poetry, plays, or novellas. Dreamer. I am a dreamer, I dream of so many things - falling in love, getting married, becoming a well known author. I dream of a future where humanity can be at peace. Survivor. I am a survivor of sexual assault, self-harm, and depression. It’s an ongoing struggle, but I will continue to fight as I have for the past years. 

I am by no means important or influential, but I do hope to make a positive impact on the world in some way. Hopefully this blog can be a part of that. I look forward to a future with all of you in it. 

yesterday in economic botany we were learning about plant based oil compounds and stuff and my botany professor was talking about lynn seed oil, which in woodworking is rubbed on over furniture as a varnish. this oil has an exothermic chemical reaction with oxygen, meaning that the reaction creates heat. what often happens, apparently, is that woodworkers will finish rubbing on the oil with a rag and then will ball up the rag and throw it away, but because the reaction is taking place and the heat can’t escape (like it would on a piece of furniture where it can be cooled) it gets trapped in the rag, which gets hotter and hotter until it reaches the temperature where it bursts into flame. apparently many woodworking shops have been burned down by this. the proper way to dispose of rags with this oil is to hang them up on a clothesline, so again the reaction never gets enough heat to start a fire. im telling you this because im a writer and ive never heard of substance that will just…spontaneously combust conveniently like that so long as it’s in a confined space. my botany professor tried it in a trash can in his driveway and it did indeed burst into flame after 45 minutes, which is an exceptionally convenient time delay. im sorry im tying this so fast my laptop is on 2% battery and theres no outlet an

here’s a fantastic idea: how about Cards Against Humanity buys Tumblr??

By using a camera and computer vision software it is possible to make a fish control a robot car over land. By swimming towards an interesting object, the fish can explore the world beyond the limits of his tank. Via Studio diip

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Now that his saga has come to a close with How to Train Your Dragon 3, I gotta give appreciation to Toothless being one of my most favorite characters of all. It was love at first sight when I saw the original movie in theaters in 2010. I love characters who have strong personalities and definable traits without needing language, and Toothless is one of the best examples of this: his expressions, movements, all the little nuances in his growls and gazes and subtle body gestures - honestly, sometimes it’s hard to believe he’s not a real animal. The folks at Dreamworks did amazing work giving him such realistic creature qualities, and the amount of animation detail in the texture of his scales, the depth of his eyes, and just everything about him is full of the wonder and cuteness of any real animal. Although his story is finished, I’ll never get tired of seeings his adorable mug~!

I’m so glad my favorite boy got to end his journey on a high note. It’s been a great 9 years of following his development and I look forward to watching his movies again and again!