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Sore muscles and Sibling love

My little brother came to the gym with me last week cause I wanted us to workout together one last time before he left for uni. Later, when we arrived home, our mom told me that he usually gets his workouts done during the weekdays and lets himself rest on the weekends. So basically, he had an extra workout because I wanted to lift some weights with him for the last time in what might be months before we see each other again. We now live in totally different cities which are a 9-hour drive away from each other, but I still have the sore muscles from our workout two days ago and the knowledge that he cares enough to actually waste his rest day for me. Siblings are a pain in the ass sometimes, but -God- do they care. My brothers are infuriating, but these little acts of love show how much they care. They may be annoying, but they are always there. Even if we don't live in the same place anymore.

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

When will the voices in my head just stop and let me rest?

Voices - Against The Current

I need to know if people’s blogs are safe for me, a depressed autistic girl.

Reblog if yours is.

not this season opening with christopher being a player and cheating on his girlfriends and eddie saying he doesn't know where he got that from. brother the call is coming from inside the house!!

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I have to admit something. Having siblings is a blessing, but it is also cruel. What do you mean I have to live 18 years of my life with them and then just walk away? Go into the world and live as an adult and make plans in order to see them? Live in a house on my own, not having to hide the remote or wake up earlier in the morning in order to use the bathroom first? What kind of fuckery is this? There is a possibility that I won’t even be within driving distance from them? I spend 18 years with them, laughing, crying, arguing, cheering, fighting and making all kinds of memories only to have to walk away from seeing them everyday?

I know that this isn’t always the case, that I can also see my siblings every day once I am an adult too. But to have to make plans in order to do so? To check if they are available to go grab a coffee or watch a movie? It seems so weird and a bit cruel to me. How can we go from seeing each other constantly to living far away from each other? It seems so strange...

we are stem

to the little girl first discovering a love of science on a school trip to the planetarium

to the little boy who dreams of diving into the depths of the ocean and discovering the world at our shores

to the burnt out high schooler wishing their science classes felt more like the theorizing video essays they watch until 1am

to the premed student losing her mind over a lab report

to the grad student standing tall at his first conference

to the programmer fearing she won't be taken seriously in heels

to the biologist afraid to introduce his PI to his husband for fear of being thought of differently

to the doctor whose patients ask to touch her hair and mispronounce her name

to the chemist wheeling up to his lab station

to the artist who is an engineer who is an artist who is an engineer

to the thinkers, dreamers, worriers, gamers, watchers, theorizers, believers

all genders, all races, all religious, all nationalities, all sexualities, all personalities

stem is incomplete without us

Being the middle child and what it means

I think we've all stumbled upon the silly jokes on Pinterest and even here about what it means to be the middle child. A bunch of brave souls have even posted comedic reels on TikTok explaining in a funny way a lot of things middle children go through. However, I am not here to talk about those.

No, I am here to talk about how tiring it is to be the middle child for a whole other reason. You are always the mediator; you are always trying to balance things out between the older and the youngest sibling. The mediator between the other siblings and the parents. Probably, it's not the same for all middle children; but God am I tired of always trying to explain to every single person in my family what the other means. Always the one the others are going to complain to. For a while it is nice, you are seen, you are trusted, but how much weight can you carry? You get to understand everyone but no one gets you or each other because they just can't speak their minds to each other.

The double role you have to fill in; not just a younger sibling but also an older one as well. It takes some time to get used to. Especially, when the youngest sibling is younger for more than three years. Personally, I still can't shake my younger sibling behaviour off; I still make my older brother's life a living hell. I still prank him in the way only younger siblings do. He is the one I call when I don't know something, cause it's easier to ring him than search it on Google. At the same time, I can't help constantly worrying about my little brother; I need to put him to bed when he is drunk and emotional, set a bucket by his bed and make sure he sleeps on his side. I still whine at my older brother when he doesn't go along with all my whims but I also act the same as him with our younger brother.

Being the middle child means you are always in the middle of everything whether you want it or not. It is tiring, it is tough, and sometimes it drives you insane. Nevertheless, I wouldn't change it for the world.