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my mom has these horrific paintings my brother and i did when we were in elementary school hanging up in this room that isn’t rly a Room but like… weird negative space at the end of a hallway that no one knows what to do with. & they’re fucking eyesores but she refuses to take them down and replace them with Good Art either of us made since. so we have the ugly purple hippo and a disproportionate rabbit and scooby doo with a fucked up color palette, professionally framed, hanging up in this room thing for everyone to gawk at

whatever kind of baseless sentimentality that starts to plague you when you become a parent is something i hope i never become familiar with

*flops over*

To earn a bit of money, I’m helping fix up an apartment building my brother owns.  Painting, rewiring electrical switches, changing locks and faucets.

So I am Le Tired and going to bed not even remotely caught up on my dash. Message me if there’s something you really think I should see.

Rules: you’ll have to tag 15 people at the end of this challenge.

TAGGED BY the v beautiful n amazing n wonderful @blueagust whomst I adore <3

Five things you’ll find in my bag:

  1. My wallet
  2. Keys
  3. Purell bc I’m that person
  4. Enough receipts to fill a building
  5. Snacks. Always. So many snacks.

Five things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  1. A bookshelf filled with more books than I could read ever but I like to look at em
  2. A fan because I can’t sleep in silence it freaks me out
  3. I have a lot of really ornate jewelry stands to display jewelry that I never wear bc I never leave the house
  4. Snacks
  5. Flowers that my older brother painted on my wall


Five things I’ve always wanted to do:

  1. Be able to live comfortably without stressing about money
  2. Visit Australia
  3. Visit France
  4. Visit Bora Bora – this just turned into a travel itinerary I’m sorry
  5. Kiss Jungkook on his very beautiful face or at least hold his hand until I pass out aka a maximum of maybe 12 seconds


Five things that make me happy:

  1. Not having sand in my eye like I do currently
  2. My family
  3. Food
  4. Watching the sunset
  5. Driving very late at night when no one is out with the windows down and the radio blasting and feeling kind of like the only thing on the planet and getting to smell fresh air and tbh it’s just #bliss


Five things I’m currently into:

  1. Constellations because I watched Hercules recently also love the night sky
  2. Jungkook’s general existence
  3. Brooklyn 99 tbh like it’s kept me up this last week
  4. Beaches hashtag summertime
  5. Always been into them, but I’ve been rewatching a lot of Studio Ghibli these last couple days and I’m in heaven

Five things on my to do list:

  1. Buy a new car because mine is strugglin
  2. Travel to as many places as possible
  3. Learn another language fluently
  4. Get a book published one day
  5. Most crucially, @jungblue <3 xoxo

15 people I tag:

I don’t even think I know 15 people gdjsgakjg @jungblue @gukvory @jungkxook @jeonsin @hoseokxx @jiminniemouse @jiminables @minsvga @chokemejimin @the95liner @xtaexhyungx @btssmutgalore @tayegi @yoongihime @nemjun

heres a drawing my brother did on ms paint a while ago and set as my desktop background. his name is frump and hes a cloud. hes on his way to his first day of school. 1 rb = 1 hug

My feminist awakening was not a conscious thing, I guess you’d say. It came from watching my dad.

Dad and my brothers would be painting the house. “I want to help” “Give her a cup of water and a brush. She’s a girl; she’ll mess it up.” Dad would be working on a car. “I want to help.” “here’s a screwdriver, go play in the dirt or something.” Brother would be moving the lawn. “Can I try?” “You’re a girl; you’ll just cut your foot off.”

When it was time to decide on college, “I want to be a musician.” “Yeah? And you’ll end up like your mother, flipping burgers.” She was a chef, but he, like a lot of men, doesn’t take female chefs seriously. “Okay, what about psychology?” “You’re too stupid for that.” I went for an accounting degree, because he felt I should, even though it wasn’t what I wanted. When I got on the Dean’s list every single time all through college, “You couldn’t have done that. You faked the letters.”

My brothers, on the other hand, were never too stupid for anything (even though I did better than they did in school; a lot of my problem was that I was bored). It was never a problem that they were working crap jobs. It was never a problem that one of them went for his dream.

No matter how hard I tried, it was never enough; no matter how little my brothers did, it was always more than enough.

I can’t even with this. Congratulations on turning out to be a well-adjusted human being despite having the worst father ever.

What sparked your feminist awakening? Send me an ask or submit your story!