Wow! I’m so happy these four wonderful ladies have made it this far. They’ve worked so damn hard to be where they are today, and I’m overjoyed to see them standing tall and getting the recognition they deserve. The beginning was rough, but they didn’t let that, or the fact they come from small company, stop them from getting somewhere. Their bond and their friendship is something you could never fault, and it’s incredibly heart warming to see them supporting one another, even outside of group activities. Seven years have flown by, and I seriously hope we get to see them for another seven, and even more. I’m always thankful these four beautiful women came into my life, making me smile, laugh, cry, and even scream with excitement every time they comeback, and just generally be themselves. I’m extremely proud to be a Dai5y. Thank you, and congratulations ladies. ♡
conflict is when u want to Make Content bc ur thirsty desperate ass requires validation but also when u dont want to Make Content bc u know that u won’t get notes bc ur a small blog and bigger blogs that have Even Bigger Mutuals to rb their stuff and seeing that comparison will make u feel even shittier and dejected
On the Gishwhes Facebook live stream today I asked a question in the comments section. I wanted to know if the winners trip accommodates Jewish people who can only eat kosher, like me.
I got a lovely response from a previous winner, as well as an informative one from the official Gishwhes.
And then I get a comment from some hateful gisher who wants to know if she’ll be accommodated if she only eats k**e.
Of all the places to experience vehement antisemitism and to have a slur directed at me on Tisha B'Av of all days, I didn’t expect it from the Gishwhes community. Not gonna lie, I’m nearing tears. If you know the history of Tisha B’Av, you’ll know why this is making me have a more emotional response than I normally would have.
I’ve never been called that before. And the first time it happens to me is connected to Gishwhes, the thing that brings me some of the happiest moments in my life.
Am I over-reacting? I don’t know. But honestly this has made it real to me, more than anything else, that antisemitism really is everywhere. If I can experience it from Gishwhes, there’s really nowhere to get away from it.
I wish I would go back in time and not meet him; I
wish I could have stopped our eyes from crossing; I wish I could have stopped
myself from hearing his heartbeat so close to my ears; I wish he wasn’t
himself, wish he wasn’t so easy to love.
I wish for so many things when it comes to him. More time, less time, no time at all.
more than anything, I wish our end didn’t have come so soon. But wishful
thinking won’t get us anywhere.