You put one behind you, and put the fin (!!) underneath you so it can't slip away when you lean back slightly on it. You hold on to the second one so your arms are someone decent, and put a pillow (or a third shark??) between your knees.

nice!! my physiotherapist deviced a whole blåhaj-based solution for side-sleepers and it's amazing actually??

absolutely haunted forever by 7 ppl I love at once serving me "oh, I don't know what to think" (so I won't), leaving all the work and horror and loss for me to carry alone, them never speaking up, never questioning that guy, but politely informing me they just aaah can't decide, it's so hard.

plant lab is very cool the plant team just wants to show us the plants because they are very cool and weird

same here! My parents are getting older so it's important to me!!

I'm an adult that can just be asked whether I want to throw away my clothes or not.

heh, she tried to throw out a sweater I indeed don't wear often, but listen, I had to fight a man over it in 2010 and I won so the fucking sweater is staying, it's part of the lore

I've helped plenty of them do damage control, recover scraps of evidence they did the work, rewrite papers on a borrowed pc, etc. Really wish there was someone here for me right now to sift through the remnants of my stuff.

I've been an art teacher so I know I wasn't the only child this happens to, regularly a kid shows up having to explain everything they were working on is just ...gone because someone decided their child should own nothing and be reminded it is mere property.

every year I tell them the same thing: do not do this shit.

As a kid I thought they were trying to teach me a harsh lesson on the impermanence of things, as an adult I just ...I need pants. Don't throw out my pants.

you'd think it's dementia but no, my parents pull shit like this every year or so, preferably when I'm in the hospital or very busy.

I hate this because I like feeling like at least some of the stuff I own won't just disappear at any given moment like it's my wallet on the Brussels metro.

Deeply hate how people that wake unusually early are considered more moral than people that wake up unusually late.