「…ベッドに戻るか…？」 寒くなれば寒くなるほど、君の温もりがよく分かる♨️

Commission for @ werewolfjoystick.bsky.social 🎤✨~

There's so much stuff to do after a person passes away. I can't imagine the problems I'd have if I wasn't savvy with computers and didn't know where to find things like stored passwords, and manage all the 2FA...

I think my whole love life has involved me trying to convince people to relax their assessment criteria.

Getting ready to do a group training assessment over Zoom. One of the group is an ethnic boomer engineer with a lisp and a firm grasp of technology no newer than the 90s. Another is a pretentious art gallery curator who handed out leaflets to their exhibition. This is going to go off the rails.

This is one of my saddest but truest cartoons. And in a moment where the world feels painfully divided, some still say calling out division creates more of it. But silence never helped the people already hurting. Let’s be brave enough to see it, name it, speak it, and work to heal it.

A quick comm recently for seyer

I witness a man coming downhill from a very steep shrine, pushing an empty stroller, and I wonder.

At Hiroshima. Some Americans: "We did watch that movie. About that man, who invented the bomb." "Oppenheimer. I didn't make ten minutes through that." "Well, we're going to have to watch it again. I don't buy that he didn't know what it did. I bet he did know." "I wonder why he still did it."

On our @whatatimepod.bsky.social recording today we talked about a Wise Old Tree and you KNOW this classic came up

Wolfyyyyyyyyyy @jaylacine.bsky.social

"Now, I've got the fantastic book downstairs that I think you ought to read," said the uncle. "It's terrific. Have you read Elon Musk's biography?" "Oh no," I thought.

I don't know why I'm like this, but I dislike being ready to leave for work a half hour before I need to... because to me, it feels like half an hour is NO time. When I was young, it was time to watch an episode of something I enjoyed before going to school. Now, I just anxiously check the time.

Fearful that something else is going to happen this year.

Now I've got to get on with it for a week before I get sent back up to Brisbane. I'm pretty worn out. My heart is tired. It'll get better but I'm just tired out.

Farewell, Dad. Farewell, but not goodbye.

I am running very low on spoons.

First day back at work...

I don't feel like I have the energy to do much more than just exist, socially. It's really hard to muster up much to say, let alone more.

Father's Day adverts getting pushed to Dad's phone is rough. I guess he would have liked the deals, though...

This is my last gift to Dad, which will accompany him on his way. I have carried it with me since my trip to Japan. It is a blessing for safe travels.

I'm mostly functional and doing everything I can to be patient, understanding, and helpful to my Mum. For the most part I'm doing alright. But then I'll have to take care of something, or I'll see a pair of Dad's shoes, and my heart just rings with loss. He's not here any more...

A few days before he died, Dad bought some seeds. We will do our best to grow them.

I've made so many cups of tea these past days.

Dad passed away very very peacefully at 5'o'clock, with his family all around him, giving him our love. I made sure he had flowers.

Dad had a turn last night and they are making him comfortable now. I am going home as soon as i can.

Dad had a very severe stroke on Saturday. I wish it wasn't this way. Will be flying back home this weekend to see him, be there, and let him know I love him.

Bosch was a hand in at Wolf Watch UK (where I am a volunteer member of staff) when he was a year old and he had been raised as a pet so he was incredibly tame. Tame enough to tackle me to the floor and rob the hat from my head.

This has been one of my guiding lights since high school. Not this image but like, this message. I've lost count of how many times I've had people confused at me and go "why do you care, it's not your problem" but just like. That's how I am. I care a lot. I want to make this world better.

SEXUALITY AND GENDER IS SO SCARY TO HAVE TO FIGURE OUT ALONE. SO THE FACT THAT A FURRY HAS THE POWER TO DRAW A PICTURE OR WRITE A STORY THAT CHANGES SOMEONES WHOLE LIFE BY GIVING THEM A GLIMPSE AT THEIR INNER SELF TO DREAM ABOUT & EXPLORE? THATS NOTHING LESS THAN MAGIC TO ME

I am ashamed to say that I ate the chips and then lied to her and told her I hadn't seen her chips, and she asked everyone in the playground about her chips I was never allowed to have chips at home and I'm sorry

To this day, I feel the guiltiest about is stealing an 18 gram packet of chips from a lunch box in the bag room... and watching the girl I stole from, wandering the grounds at recess, asking people if they'd seen her chips. I'm so sorry. I was never allowed to have them. But I'm still so sorry.

Lime Scooters in Brisbane are pretty good

Big man getting a reward that he deserves

I am mellowing in some ways, and finding it easier to appreciate things in people as I get older. But there is one area where my tolerance has not increased at all, especially while flying ...

I would have hoped that getting to this age, I'd be settled and happy, and have a surrounding of things that I cherish. Instead, I find myself wanting to get rid of nearly all but a small handful of what I have, and I feel so guilty about the waste.

I'm not having a very good time of things lately. Having to move all my things, and being around them, I've come to think that I hold on to a lot that doesn't genuinely make me feel happiness... and so there's a lot I'd like to get rid of. But then what?