people are like "no one wants to work anymore" when every job application is like upload your resume and cover letter. okay now manually type out your resume and cover letter in our text boxes. okay now answer these 10 riddles. okay now take a rorschach test. okay now upload a photo of your childhood bedroom and explain the relationship between its layout and the adult you are today. okay now show us your youtube watch history. okay now define the color "red." okay now walk into a patch of poison ivy and take a selfie of you holding up a paper saying "i <3 ivy." okay now wave your hands in the air if you just don't care. that one was a trick to cull the applicants who don't care. okay now choose a loved one to sacrifice. great! thank you for submitting your application we will not be calling you
first it was girls' locker rooms vs boys' locker rooms then it was the feminine urge to vs the masculine urge to now it's girl dinner vs boy dinner when will it end when will we escape i feel like maybe some of you guys dont even want to escape doesnt anyone else want to escape
something terrible and monstrous is inside me [being in my 20s]
decriminalize:
- sex work
- addiction
criminalize:
- golf
oh my god
in a very adhd sequence of events i paused my show to check if the washing machine was finished and ended up in the shower
i have worked in retail and hospitality but let me tell you family run marketing agency has easily been the most toxic abusive experience of my life
truly can not comprehend the mindset of people who grew up with Money. imagine knowing that it's a given that youre going to have a car and a college education and a good career and a nice place to live and beautiful trips to beautiful locations and well-developed hobbies and expensive clothing and whatever else you could ever need or want. imagine your world being that enriched. imagine not even ever really questioning it and that just being your reality
“Trans men can be misogynistic because they’re MEN”
No, everyone can be misogynistic because misogyny is not stored in the gender.
sometimes i still wanna save the world a little bit but then i spend the day scrolling on my phone
and very, very often, self care is not plants and ice rollers and fluffy blankets of peace.
it’s standing over your kitchen sink and crying while doing the dishes because you just want to go back to bed but the dishes need done. and you don’t know why you’re crying but you're trusting you need it. and you aren’t listening to the music that pulls you into a spiral; you’re listening to some cheerful shit your friend sent you. it’s getting up and staring at your fridge and closing your eyes and then cooking yourself food even though you hate it and it’s miserable. because you know that you’d cook for your friend, and you are trying to befriend yourself. it’s dragging yourself into the shower because you know you’ll feel better afterwards. it’s doing mundane tasks with patience, cursing under your breath, trying desperately to give yourself grace. grace is the beginning of care. care is the beginning of love.
we think it’s supposed to be peace and yet the most powerful self care moments are when we hate everything but especially ourselves. and life does not feel worth the loving. to look into that pain and yet choose to care for yourself in however many pieces you are — that is care. love. grace. trust. belief. it hurts because it’s love where there was no love before. it heals because it believes there will be love, one day, soon.
