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        Some hard years, a good day.: copperbadge
 When I first got out of grad school, I couldn't get a job in my chosen profession
 and honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted one, but what else was I good for? I was
 iving with my parents, I felt that l'd failed at the age of 24, and I knew exactly
 how to kill myself in the most painless way possible, because I was considering
 it and had done research. I had clinical depression and I didn't figure the rest of
 my life would be worth a damn even if I managed to make something of myself
 which seemed unlikely
 Fifteen years later, I woke up in a home I own, that I painted myself, with two big
 couches and ten big windows and a lamp that looks like a star. I fed two kittens,
 cooked breakfast and prepared lunches for the week while listening to
 podcasts, and tended my windowsill garden where the paprika have fruited, the
 bromeliad is still trying to murder the poppies, and the squash are starting to
 blossom. My email inbox was full of messages from people I love.
 My duties for the day are discharged. I plan to spend Sunday resting, playing
 with my kittens, and maybe strumming a little ukulele. Today is my own to do
 with exactly as I like in a place I have made exactly to my specifications.
 I can't guarantee that everyone who feels like they're dying at 15 or 21 or 24 or
 29 will get this life that I got. I know I've been lucky, and even with luck, my life's
 not perfect. But I'm 38 and today is such a good day that I can't believe I almost
 didn't get to have it because I thought my life was over at 24
 It was a fucking war to get here, but the war was worth it, so. I just figured today
 was a pretty nice day to share that.
Some hard years, a good day.
        

            
            

                
                
                    Some hard years, a good day.: copperbadge
 When I first got out of grad school, I couldn't get a job in my chosen profession
 and honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted one, but what else was I good for? I was
 iving with my parents, I felt that l'd failed at the age of 24, and I knew exactly
 how to kill myself in the most painless way possible, because I was considering
 it and had done research. I had clinical depression and I didn't figure the rest of
 my life would be worth a damn even if I managed to make something of myself
 which seemed unlikely
 Fifteen years later, I woke up in a home I own, that I painted myself, with two big
 couches and ten big windows and a lamp that looks like a star. I fed two kittens,
 cooked breakfast and prepared lunches for the week while listening to
 podcasts, and tended my windowsill garden where the paprika have fruited, the
 bromeliad is still trying to murder the poppies, and the squash are starting to
 blossom. My email inbox was full of messages from people I love.
 My duties for the day are discharged. I plan to spend Sunday resting, playing
 with my kittens, and maybe strumming a little ukulele. Today is my own to do
 with exactly as I like in a place I have made exactly to my specifications.
 I can't guarantee that everyone who feels like they're dying at 15 or 21 or 24 or
 29 will get this life that I got. I know I've been lucky, and even with luck, my life's
 not perfect. But I'm 38 and today is such a good day that I can't believe I almost
 didn't get to have it because I thought my life was over at 24
 It was a fucking war to get here, but the war was worth it, so. I just figured today
 was a pretty nice day to share that.
Some hard years, a good day.
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        <p><a href="http://wonderful-disney-recpies.tumblr.com/post/174450315522/birdfries-wonderful-disney-recpies-was-it" class="tumblr_blog">wonderful-disney-recpies</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://birdfries.tumblr.com/post/174450275269/wonderful-disney-recpies-was-it-the-rat-poison" class="tumblr_blog">birdfries</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://wonderful-disney-recpies.tumblr.com/post/174450232942/was-it-the-rat-poison-i-kept-slipping-into" class="tumblr_blog">wonderful-disney-recpies</a>:</p>

<blockquote>
<p>was it the rat poison i kept slipping into everyone drinks? was it because i kept peeing on the couches when everyone went to bed? was it because i had a child? was it because i abandoned that child with their father and refuse to pay child support? was it because i put Merida in the hospital?</p>
<p> or was it because I just love and care too much?</p>
<p>really makes you think about who your real friends are</p>
</blockquote>

<h1>it’s because you don’t have legs</h1>
</blockquote>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="514" data-orig-width="721"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/cc47fbe21a28565b2c7a66c86de46d35/tumblr_inline_p9mbaiUYyT1qmorkz_540.png" data-orig-height="514" data-orig-width="721"/></figure><p>THEN HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPLAIN THESE</p>
</blockquote>: <p><a href="http://wonderful-disney-recpies.tumblr.com/post/174450315522/birdfries-wonderful-disney-recpies-was-it" class="tumblr_blog">wonderful-disney-recpies</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://birdfries.tumblr.com/post/174450275269/wonderful-disney-recpies-was-it-the-rat-poison" class="tumblr_blog">birdfries</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://wonderful-disney-recpies.tumblr.com/post/174450232942/was-it-the-rat-poison-i-kept-slipping-into" class="tumblr_blog">wonderful-disney-recpies</a>:</p>

<blockquote>
<p>was it the rat poison i kept slipping into everyone drinks? was it because i kept peeing on the couches when everyone went to bed? was it because i had a child? was it because i abandoned that child with their father and refuse to pay child support? was it because i put Merida in the hospital?</p>
<p> or was it because I just love and care too much?</p>
<p>really makes you think about who your real friends are</p>
</blockquote>

<h1>it’s because you don’t have legs</h1>
</blockquote>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="514" data-orig-width="721"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/cc47fbe21a28565b2c7a66c86de46d35/tumblr_inline_p9mbaiUYyT1qmorkz_540.png" data-orig-height="514" data-orig-width="721"/></figure><p>THEN HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPLAIN THESE</p>
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                    <p><a href="http://wonderful-disney-recpies.tumblr.com/post/174450315522/birdfries-wonderful-disney-recpies-was-it" class="tumblr_blog">wonderful-disney-recpies</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://birdfries.tumblr.com/post/174450275269/wonderful-disney-recpies-was-it-the-rat-poison" class="tumblr_blog">birdfries</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://wonderful-disney-recpies.tumblr.com/post/174450232942/was-it-the-rat-poison-i-kept-slipping-into" class="tumblr_blog">wonderful-disney-recpies</a>:</p>

<blockquote>
<p>was it the rat poison i kept slipping into everyone drinks? was it because i kept peeing on the couches when everyone went to bed? was it because i had a child? was it because i abandoned that child with their father and refuse to pay child support? was it because i put Merida in the hospital?</p>
<p> or was it because I just love and care too much?</p>
<p>really makes you think about who your real friends are</p>
</blockquote>

<h1>it’s because you don’t have legs</h1>
</blockquote>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="514" data-orig-width="721"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/cc47fbe21a28565b2c7a66c86de46d35/tumblr_inline_p9mbaiUYyT1qmorkz_540.png" data-orig-height="514" data-orig-width="721"/></figure><p>THEN HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPLAIN THESE</p>
</blockquote>: <p><a href="http://wonderful-disney-recpies.tumblr.com/post/174450315522/birdfries-wonderful-disney-recpies-was-it" class="tumblr_blog">wonderful-disney-recpies</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://birdfries.tumblr.com/post/174450275269/wonderful-disney-recpies-was-it-the-rat-poison" class="tumblr_blog">birdfries</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://wonderful-disney-recpies.tumblr.com/post/174450232942/was-it-the-rat-poison-i-kept-slipping-into" class="tumblr_blog">wonderful-disney-recpies</a>:</p>

<blockquote>
<p>was it the rat poison i kept slipping into everyone drinks? was it because i kept peeing on the couches when everyone went to bed? was it because i had a child? was it because i abandoned that child with their father and refuse to pay child support? was it because i put Merida in the hospital?</p>
<p> or was it because I just love and care too much?</p>
<p>really makes you think about who your real friends are</p>
</blockquote>

<h1>it’s because you don’t have legs</h1>
</blockquote>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="514" data-orig-width="721"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/cc47fbe21a28565b2c7a66c86de46d35/tumblr_inline_p9mbaiUYyT1qmorkz_540.png" data-orig-height="514" data-orig-width="721"/></figure><p>THEN HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPLAIN THESE</p>
</blockquote>
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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