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@eroaneki
I love that my pelvis literally burns and swells throughout the month and I quite literally cannot have penetrative sex at all anymore due to the discomfort and I get random burning hip pains and all I get told is "your hormones are fine, have you tried pelvic floor therapy? birth control???"
It just makes me wonder, like if I became chronically ill or god forbid had a TBI where I existed in a semi-vegetative state, would he leave me? Because I can't perform sexually?
sorry I’m all booked
God I just need to stop feeling like I'm not enough the way I am. And to stop having someone telling me constantly I can be so much better than I am now.
Because idk if I'll ever fully heal from the things I've gone through. Idk if I ever will want to talk about everything I've gone through. And I'm tired of feeling like I have to. As if I'm somehow a bad person or a bad partner for not wanting to. That I'm purposely hiding shit, meanwhile all I'm trying to do is live my life and enjoy it in the moment, because I never was able to before.
Idk if I will ever feel genuine passion or joy again, but what I do know is that I am alive and I have to keep going. And that I am able to stop and smell the flowers every once in a while, and I should be able to without feeling like someone is breathing down my neck asking me why I chose this flower and not the other.
I deserve my right to privacy and to handle things on my own without involving my partner in them. I'm allowed to have boundaries emotionally and ask that my partner not cross them and get upset over it, and claim that I never talk to them about anything.
If that makes me incompatible with relationships, then oh well, I can say I tried and will accept that I live alone for the remainder of my days. Or maybe have a situationship of some sort.
I can’t believe Mitch McConnell has ostensibly outlived Lindsay Graham
My ancestors died because they were born a long time ago
I cannot wait until the corporate policy of "do more with less" dies out, because everyone under the age of 50 knows this business model doesn't fucking work and it's fucking Donna who's 75 and should be retired already pushing it down the line because "a computer chart says it works!!!" like Donna please take your pension, 401k, and social security and fuck off already
I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive
God 2011 had such good music
i was playing b52s at work and this old guy i was ringing up goes "this band was out to friggin lunch"
Conservatives freaking out about the rents being frozen in the city for 2 years and going "ohhh the poor landlords they won't be able to fix the building if shit breaks"
Okay, so then the tenants join together and buy the building and their apartments, and form a cooperative. Like how NYC used to be. Because people actually used to own their apartments in NYC.