chamomile

Wool and wool accessories

Pronounced "kƦməmil"


Large sheep the size of a small sheep! Likes tea, DIY, and nerd stuff. Sysadmin, release engineer and programmer by trade.


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in reply to @infamous-gastropod's post:

thanks for sharing

this remind me of a personal story. Once, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, casually, the mirror was there and I wasn't really looking. But in that image, in that space, there was two people. Who I was and who I might be. It's hard to explain because I just saw myself. And what I saw was two people.
So far, I didn't saw again who I might be. I haven't been brave enough yet to take a step forward. Just, that image of loosing form felt like the opposite of what I experienced. And in a way, maybe I can just take a step. Or maybe one more, if I start considering all the previous baby step as step.

again, thanks for sharing.

it's a very relatable feeling! I get that sensation a lot online, where I get to more or less construct my entire identity, and thus get to visualise what I want it to be a lot, and then I'm drawn back to my real physical self, where I need to reckon with all the parts of the present that I'm still shackled to.

I will never know how to live with people who aren't perforated, leaking out every little hole and making a fucking mess of the place.

god truly it’s so funny to be around people who aren’t

This is one of the most potent, powerful things written on here and it's a story that's stuck with me, and with so many of my friends. It didn't at first. I didn't get it, at first. I didn't understand.

Just over a month after you posted this, I realized I was trans. Just over a month after this, I understood, I got it, and I have not let this go, and never will.

Thank you. So much.