shout out to people who's family isnt entirely bad or entirely good, but something in between and you dont know how to feel about them. you feel angry but you also feel guilty, because you know they genuinely love and care about you, but sometimes they show it in a way you know its not okay. your feelings are valid, your anger and sadness and grief are valid, and you dont have to prove this to no one. bigger shout out to those with memory issues who know something isnt right but can't recall all of the bad events, only the feelings, which only increases the guilt.
fucking. what?
I feel like this picture really gives it context
you know how it is with spaghetti
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hey guys wanna come over and play 9/11 with me
they are so friends i love to imagine that shooting star is loves listening to him and talking to pow and always understands what hes ssaying it is like
"you're an odd catch, pow"
"catch is a fun game. i love games, do you love games? we need to play more together."
"absolutely."
MY WONDERFUL FRIEND IS AT IT AGAIN!
it doesn’t matter what you identify as because in a million years paleontologists will dig up your bones and artistically reconstruct you as a nude emaciated ghoul with no lips or defining sexual characteristics
part of the universe's inherent cruelty that all the parts of being a grownup that you idolized as a kid are both the best and worst parts of adulthood
balance in all things etc etc but this is mostly to say that whenever ur feeling rly down about how hard growing up and having responsibilities is, it's worth trying to remember that your 6 year old self would be so excited about this. you gotta let that optimistic little motherfucker have a voice in your head, even if that voice mostly tells you to buy gushers when you're in the middle of grocery shopping
they’re opening up a new sister store in a different province and they asked me to do some email correspondence with my joint health and safety counterpart out there to help him get set up and run the team, but they warned me before hand that he was “notoriously difficult” so i was absolutely dreading this thinking “shit, he’s gonna be one of those guys who thinks taking direction is an insult to his masculinity and he’s gonna be rude and suck”
but it turns out he’s just really autistic and needs super clear direction + he writes his emails like a 1911 telegram. i LOVE this guy. i’ve never worked with someone who wrote so clearly and in such detail, and absorbs everything i say. plus whenever he gets an email he responds immediately with “received. response to follow. thank you.” top 10 coworkers of all time. top 5 even.
„Difficult“ the man is literally the only son of a bitch on the planet communicating fucking properly





