I’d love to discuss on how levels DG is wrong in her recent infamous tweet, but for some reason, I just can’t bring myself to be that offended about it. And this is even coming from someone studying for a BA in English. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
do you ever just. get randomly struck by how great erwin
is. this is all old news that’s been said a BILLIONTY times before but
it’s still!!! So Much!!! & there’s no reason to bottle
up the Feeles so y’all are just gonna have to suffer through idiotic
rambling shitposts about erwin or use tumblr’s mute function
so today is erwin’s issues w selfishness (w bonus levi bc i am that kind of trash)
i love his “selfish” side. it’s not just a token trait, it cuts him to
the quick but he is also such an idiot about it tbh? makes me cry AND laugh, wow many complex, much interesting. like, everyone has their
own dreams lol wtf erwin but anyway
me, crying: plz fbg….. jsut tell me outright im too stupid to piece together vague symbolic lore….. just tell me i have…. 3 class papres to finish and 5 subjects and i cant. spend what little time i have writing a dissertation….. on how many fucking spcebats are there and how they fucked up………. please let me live.
Standing on the porch, in my bare feet, in the rain at 7 in the morning. Feeling the drops hitting my face as I close my eyes and look skyward. Smelling the salt in their air and feeling the cool breeze against my skin, the percussive sound of the gentle rain all around me.
Silly, gentle, selfish moments like these help me really feel like I own my own life, and I’m free. I lived so long, more than 25 years living with every detail of my life constantly dictated, questioned, nitpicked and challenged. To be able to just go outside of my own home, when *I* want to and not worry about being given the third degree about why, and called stupid for my wants and needs– being able to do that just makes me feel so free and peaceful.
Not my best time, but that seems to be the case when I go at night. I’m going to try to get back in the habit of morning walks. Also, I’m going out o go ahead and blame the fact that it was still 83 degrees when I stepped outside. Stupid desert.
I’ve had my share of indoor plants,
I’m not ashamed to say
Some last several months or years,
Some last less than a day.
I’ll admit my garden prowess
Leaves desire to be had
And I’ll admit my judgement has
At times been frankly bad
But in this, I can promise you,
The answers cut and dried:
It’s first degree stupidity
To plant triffids inside.
The problem with listening to succesful people talk about how they took a chance and achieved their dreams is that, well, of course they did. We should expect high-risk high-reward choices to exist, and by numbers alone some of those who take them will win and be around to be interviewed later.
But some people don’t win, and nobody interviews them. You might have a cousin who tried to become a rock star and failed, but you don’t know how many of your cousin there are. You only hear about a handful of the losers but all the winners are there
And, like, I know my brain is risk-averse to stupid degrees and exaggerates the negative consequences of things (especially things that involve people). But it’s not wrong when it discards people’s testimonials of how they won big as essentially meaningless, evidence wise.