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Don’t assume you know me based on 8,000 confessional posts.
had a weak moment where i contemplated dating apps so hard that i tried to download one and found out that basically all of them require ios 16 or above and i am running ios 15.8.something on my ancient phone that is incapable of updating to ios16 so don't worry, i'm safe from that particular hell
LIFE PRO TIP: Do not wear the shirt of ten thousand dysphorias if you don't want to feel like killing yourself all day
scientists are trying to discover something harder than getting out of bed to go to work in the morning. and dont make a fucking penis joke ok they already checked everyone’s dick and it doesn’t even come close
I need to stop replying to “how do you make friends in your 30s?” threads because all my answers boil down to “you have to want to know people instead of have friends” and I don’t think people wanna hear that
It’s like. People can tell if you don’t really like or connect with them. If you aren’t truly enamored with someone you will have a hard time coming up with activities to do together to deepen the friendship. Because you don’t really like that person that much.
still turning it over in my mind. am i truly so much of a townie that i can go to my regular spot on a wednesday and chat with a friend about how i'm looking to move only for her to say oh my boyfriend is looking for a new tenant for the house next to his behind the lumber yard. and i'm going to take a gander at it tomorrow and that's probably my whole issue solved. i did think when i was younger that i would leave this place but every time i consider it i see my web stretching out through it and i remember how shit it feels to be uprooted. i live here! i've been living here. i don't know if this is the best place for me but i do love it. if i were to leave it i would hope to leave it for another love. and then maybe to come back.
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A Glasgow building during demolition (1972), showing soot trails to chimneys.
Photo: Eric Watt
and is there a version of me that is not waking up in the morning going oof ouch my touch starvation? would love to reconnect with that version
and if i will be able to WALK approximately less than TWO BLOCKS to the GROCERY STORE well i mean come on. come on. and two bedrooms? one to sleep and one to house my home office and three sewing machines? please.
huge if true but i might know a guy with a house exactly where i want to live who is willing to rent it to me for an amount of money i can tolerate paying and i don't even have to pay a company it's just a guy whose fifty-somethingth birthday party i went to last year and am going to again on friday. downside is i WILL be homeless for two weeks in late july but like i can do that. i'm flexible.
u guys omfg can we try feminism again. can we breathe life back into feminism's wounded and perishing body like OMFG she's dying...
happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate