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Do dnp know they can just go on fancy dates and film it? They don’t have to pretend to do a challenge or whatever I’m happy to fund them dicking around in places that are way out of my tax bracket
insert space song by beach house
Feelings tonight
file -> phrases that are going to shift something in me forever
Skiploom for you in these trying times
before you beat yourself up for not cleaning, ask yourself:
is there a proper place to put the things you're tidying up?
a lot of times i would find myself struggling to finish cleaning things when the real problem was that I didn't actually have a permanent place for things to go once I had actually picked them up.
once I was making sure I had shelves or bins or organization things first, it became a lot easier to actually finish tidying things up since I knew where things were supposed to belong
Long story short, the only place to put the air conditioning unit was my wardrobe, which was stymied by The Dreaded Pile. The Dreaded Pile was clothes. Often clothes that had slipped off hangers, but sometimes out-of-season clothes where I’d just gone “oh my GOD” . The mismatched hangers, a collection of plastic shop ones and half-broken velvet ones and wore ones and a pack of 5 wooden ones I’d brought in an effort to feel grownup, clattered and clashed and tangled with each other, shedding clothes and tucking themselves into each other.
Some of the Pile was in plastic boxes, but there had been avalanches. Avalanches of loose clothes and plastic boxes are worse than either of those separately .There were plastic boxes of things I hadn’t worn for years, possibly because of the pile. It didn’t look very mature or grownup. It was fine because I “knew what was in the pile” and the doors closed, and the room always looks decent. Like, I’m a grownup!
If you asked about the Pile (which you wouldn’t - you would instantly say: Elodie has three kids and a disabled spouse, and a decent level day job, and aspirations of being a writer, and I expect them to post frequently on tumblr - I myself do not prioritise Elodie’s closet AT ALL and do not expect Elodie’s shit to be together. You’d have that kindness for me.) but if you asked I would probably admit that I didn’t LIKE the Pile at all, but had no TIME for the Pile.
I removed many bags to the charity shop etc, and - this is odd, but key - bought new clothes, as having one decent item that fills three roles is better than having three pieces of slightly unsatisfactory chaff. And then I went “abblbublbublubluh” and stopped in some puzzlement.
My husband did something very clever and kind for me, then. He bought 100 hangers. That sounds like an absurd number of hangers, doesn’t it? Like bourgeois hangers. Who buys a HUNDRED hangers.
They are furthermore special and nice hangers that are designed to keep clothes from falling off. There’s none of this dicking around. It turns out that “clothes fall off clothes hangers” is a problem solved by purchasing decent clothes hangers that don’t do that.
And he sent the mismatched, rubbish, collection of random hangers to charity. And he, in kindness, specifically and intentionally hung up all my clothes. All of the hangers are completely matching in shape, size orientation etc, so all the clothes hang completely flat. And there were blank hangers left over, lots of them. so that if I had some laundry to put away, there was always a hanger and the perception of huge amounts of space.
This was so revolutionary and such a kind act. And it literally killed the Dreaded Pile, which has never come back. It’s very surprising how much in life is down to strange troubleshooting problems like “this is going to sound literally insane, but trust me, you are going to have to buckle up and spend a stupid amount of money on clothes hangers.”
But genuinely. Think about it. Do you just need to replace all your clothes hangers with ones that function better, so you have somewhere to put stuff.
*learns basic social skills well into my 20s that most people know by the time theyre like 11*
having strict parents will do that to you
Having autism will do that
Having ADHD will do that to you
Being LGBT will do that to you
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Danganronpa IF ending my beloved.
Taka and Mondo leaving together in Taka's farm, while Mondo is a carpenter.
Aoi opening a small bakery with Sakura next to the farm, them resting ang enjoy the life they have.
Celestia selling the clothes she makes across the streets, tone of wealthy clients begging for her masterpieces. With a small guest room for when Byakuya is finished with his travel and he need a place that feel like home.
Chihiro, coming back from a long journey of self discovery, finally happy to have become the person he always wanted to be. A real man. And not the version he though of one. But someone who can stand up for themself and believe that they can do anything.
Leon, being a talented muscian, who trained and trained for his dream. And now that he has it, he will visit some friends.
Toko, finally setling down. With someone who love her, and maybe, teached her how to love and respect herself. Maybe that someone's last name Naegi. Maybe their first name start with K. ;)
Sayaka, rejoining her group bands, and just, liking life without the pressure that being an idol put on her.
(I didn't understand Hifumi but i think he wants to become a thief ??? U KNOW what ? Go my man) (Also, Yasuhiro, my beloved cringefail man. I hope you will figure something out.)
Kyoko, reseting her life, founding a reason to look foward to everything in life and to smile, also maybe re-meeting some old pals ;)
Mukuro, opening a hairstilling shop next to Celestia's ! Finding her place as someone else than her sister's shadow, finding fullfilement in her life.
And Makoto. Looking up into the future. No thoughts about what he will do. Beside looking foward and loving Hope.
:)))
quick chihiro doodle
!!!
i am not talented enough myself, but i wish there was more art of my child Chihiro Fujisaki feeling confident in his own skin, in clothes other than the skirt we always see him in.
i understand why so much fan art is based on how he looks in game, but i just feel so sad that he died right as he was starting to feel more confident in himself - right when he confided in someone he trusted for what may have been the first time! (though i like to hope/believe Chihiro did start living his truth in the 2 years before The Killing Game started).
give me Chihiro happy and bossing it in a fashionable pair of dungarees or really cute shorts. i think he’d still have a more soft, feminine fashion sense, but it just seems a shame to always see him in a skirt, as it feels like he’s still hiding himself. let my son wear pants!!!
or better yet, give him lil biceps. he wanted to get stronger and he fuckin’ did it! have Mondo proud-dadding it in the background.
i deserve to be an eel. in a crevice with a bunch of other eels. opening and closing our mouths over and over
everyone who reblogged this has joined me in the eel crevice. its a pretty big crevice
oooo we eelin
7 more lines of coke 🩷
hi this is a comic about me please be nice