“Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”
— Marthe Troly-Curtin
“Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”
— Marthe Troly-Curtin

The Witching Hour, ink.
“Children are initially wired to respond angrily to
parental abuse or neglect until they learn that protesting parental
unfairness is the greatest and most punishable crime possible. This then
renders their anger silent and subliminal where it percolates as an
ever accumulating sea of resentment, that fuels the critic’s prodigious
habits of fault finding and seeing danger in everyone. Viewing all
relationships through the lenses of parental abandonment, the outer
critic never lets down its guard. It continuously projects old unworked
through childhood anger onto others and silently scapegoats them by
blowing current disappointments out of proportion. It then cites these
insignificant transgressions as justification for relentless fuming,
silent grumbling and long resentful rumination. To bastardize Elizabeth
Barrett Browning: “How do I find thee lacking? Let me count the ways.”
When the displaced blaming of the wrong person becomes habitual, it
manifests as passive-aggressiveness. Common examples of this are
distancing oneself in hurt and irritable withdrawal or pushing others
away via backhanded compliments, hurtful teasing, poor listening and the
withholding of positive feedback and appreciation. Chronic lateness and
poor follow through on commitments can also be an unconscious,
passive-aggressive way of expressing anger to others.”
— Pete Walker, “Shrinking the outer critic in complex PTSD”

“No one has ever become poor by giving.”
— Anne Frank, diary of Anne Frank
Do you know intellectualised sarcasm or no? Do you actually believe that I think like that -based on the mouthful of words I wrote online, that in your mind now currently represents me. Which is cute, like, but what makes you think I’m being serious at all? 🙂Misinterpreting tone is easy online and I understand that, but in what world are YOU, now, going out of your way and messaging strangers that you don’t even know and thinking that your input is actually acceptable.
Sorry to disappoint but I was referring to people commenting on other people’s post as if they have the authority, like they are some kind of tumblr deputy sheriff, and I gave up because I realised I was speaking to immature little jelly brains like you so I pressed enter a few times because I know it would make your tiny lil brains spin and question me. And here you are, on my blog, questioning me and calling me mentally unstable because I made a joke you weren’t intellectually capable of understanding 😂 I have no need to prove myself to somebody that clearly has the reading and comprehension skills of a 13 year old.
Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but the highest form of intelligence.

In a remote stretch of rainforest on Canada’s Pacific coast, a unique population of wolves has taken to a life of the sea.
Along the wild Pacific coast of British Columbia – a misty wonderland of
craggy glacier-gouged shores and temperate rainforest – there lives a
population of wolves genetically and behaviorally distinct from the
rest. They’ve traded in deer and sheep and mountain goats for the bounty
of the sea. They’ve been known to swim up to eight miles to get from
the mainland to an island; they live on barnacles and herring roe, seals
and dead whales. Some 90 percent of their food comes directly from the
ocean…
These wondrous sea wolves swim for miles and live off the watery wilds