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dogpuppy

malk-with-tea

study of my horrid children that sit above my bed each night

fairycosmos

does it ever get better? has it gotten better? will it get better? when will it get better?

monday

One must imagine sysiphus as a hamster

greelin

yeah i contain multitudes. Unfortunately not in the way that is fun or marketable

a-mind-in-ruins

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"The horror, the horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all"

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fandomsandfeminism

Grief is so fucking wild. It sinks into your muscles, forces itself to be felt. It steals your appetite, floods your brain with cortisol. It makes you so, so tired.

If someone you know is grieving, telling them "just let me know what I can do" means nothing. They can't. They don't know. And the small things are too embarrassing to ask for.

Bring them a cheese platter. Pre-Cut fruit. Peanut butter pretzels. Protein shakes (like slimfast) Food that requires no prep and does not create dishes.

Do the dishes. Take out the trash. Sweep the floor. Vacuum the carpet. They won't ask you to do this, but it will help.

A bottle of acetaminophen honestly might help more than flowers. Grief really can cause muscle aches.

#i especially hate being told let me know what i can do to help because the one thing i want done only god himself can do #can you bring back the dead? no?#taking the initiative to just help is always going to be better

the-quasar-hero

We need to seriously consider killing the people that are responsible for the ridiculous hurdles of the job application process. While I don’t love résumés, I can see what use they have. They list the relevant skills and job history you have pertinent to the job you’re applying for. That’s reasonable. Why on God’s good green Earth did we, as a society, accept cover letters as a thing? “Write some fanfic about what you’ll do on that thang if we hire you. Tell us you’ll bounce on it, that you’ll spin and do tricks on it, we wanna read that shit.” How about I stab you with a trident? Hmm, did you consider that? We gotta do cover letters for entry level jobs? “Do this personality test and we’ll see if you’re compatible for the job.” Is this speed dating? Are we about to get married? “Make an account with us, then you can apply for a job.” How about I tie you to five different angry horses? How does that sound?

#HATE the personality tests #like why do you need to know my love languages

growing up really does suck

opened my 8tracks after years of being away and of course i had to open this dumb blog again. its crazy how i remember exactly what i was going through that prompted me to make those playlists. sometimes i really forget just how much life and personality i put into everything i did, it almost feels like none of it was real because of how much i’ve changed. i’m not exactly sure where all the passion and love for life went the past few years. was it because of university? or the trauma and heartbreak i’ve endured since then? or is this simply just what happens when you grow up?

i’ve been wondering though if high school me would be proud of current me. in some areas i feel like she would be, in others i suppose not so much. the details don’t matter. am i happy though? let’s just say i’m not quite there yet.

i rly cant believe i spent so much time on this damn site

corporationkills

ooooohh!!! bitch it’s wiggly saturday

#this is how josh dances

scumfuckus

apparently when i was born the…guy after the midwife? the baby doctor? was this russian guy with HUGE hands who just sorta. squeezed my head (my dad says he was worried that he was gonna crush me like a coke can) and was like “this is a strong baby”

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