All those photos about couples being together, and the quiet intimate moments don’t phase you as much until you have someone. Then you look at them, and feel pangs in memory of what you have or want. The last time I had someone, they didn’t exist. I wonder what they will think of next, these nostalgia machines. 

I have gotten a message from an anonymous person asking if I was online for advice, a question from an anonymous about a smoking mom, and a DP from a non-anon. :D

The thing about smoking as well as other things like drug abuse, self injury, and alcohol, is that it is an addiction as well as a habit. It’s tough to stop in the first place, and it sounds like there’s a lot of stuff going on that your mom has to deal with. Smoking as well as other things can be coping mechanisms, i.e. stuff to do to deal with a lot of stress and anxiety. 

Although it might be difficult, I would directly confront your mom about her smoking and how it is making you feel. If you know where she keeps her cigarettes, you could write her a note in the box if a face to face confrontation is too hard. 

Keep in mind, when you confront someone about something it is really hard. They will get defensive, and might get angry at you, so make sure you are in a good place. I would advise against telling your dad at first because due to the tensions that are already there between your parents, it wouldn’t end well. That doesn’t mean you can’t tell an adult if you need some more guidance like an aunt, a neighbour, or a neutral older cousin. 

It also sounds like a lot of your family stress is on you at the moment, which must be really hard to deal with. Although you love your family, and are worried about them, your parent’s marriage, your mom’s smoking and anorexia shouldn’t be your worries, even though they are. Make sure that you are also taking care of yourself. Eating okay, sleeping, having some fun, and doing things you enjoy to de-stress and unwind. 

Let me know how it goes, and ask more things if you need to. 

Ask aly advice 

Yes! Ask away. The advice is a standing offer for always. So if you ask me a question, I will answer it even if it takes me a little while. I will tag all the advice with an ask askalyadvice tag, so you can find it later! 

Ask me advice (anon or not), and I will give you advice. I am actually good at giving advice, and I have read a lot of advice columns because they oddly interest me. Sort of similar to my fascination of lost women’s earrings, and library ephemera. 

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raunchydangerfield:

Our one request for a weekend of open houses.

This makes me laugh so hard for some reason. 

Somedays aren’t yours at all, so we make preserves. I don’t make jams, I make dreams and memories that I stick into little jars and put in the cellar of myself. When the winter comes, it is not always cold, but it is always barren. It is always empty and desolate, so I eat the dreams, and touch the pictures of beautiful memories and remember I once was happy.

My winters come in August. I shiver and cry a lot then, but it’s okay because I’ve stockpiled something nice to sustain me.

The problem is, sometimes there are constant winters, and all you can put away is a tiny morsel, the smallest doodle scribbled in pencil on a faded yellow paper. You savor this memory over and over again, and try to build yourself up.

Sometimes, you just go to bed hungry.

Don’t tell poor people to start canning their own food, when they have to can memories already.

shaking-my-confidence:

I had a dream that Mick Jagger, my partner, and I all had to swim across an industrial river while Patti Smith shot at us with a sawed off shotgun. She was holding a cup of coffee in her other hand the whole time somehow.

This is all yes.

deeplezstonerwitch was going to have a lesbians day today, so I decided to have my own.

On lesbian’s day, I:

-got sunburnt

-ate 12 oreos

-went to bayfront park in hamilton ontario, and serenaded the girl I like on a small travelling guitar with a mix of covers, and songs I wrote

-drank a $1 iced coffee from McDonalds 

-dug my toes into the sand, and stood in lake ontario 

-“KAW KAW’D” at seagulls, and waited for them to KAW at me (but they didn’t)

-saw lots of shirtless old white men downtown

-mailed letters and ran an errand for my mom

-ate a delicious big breakfast