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Me. I am an asshole {fuck anything that contradicts my happiness}

[thepeacefulgarden]

[earthsworm]

⭒Grimoire inspo for my unmotivated witches⭒

[feral-ballad]

Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Ginger”

[Text ID: “I got cursed, in every way a / woman can. / You kill yourself, over and over, / to be different.”]

[anxietymom]

They say the first year is the hardest. If you and your partner can make it through the first year, then you’re golden. I think that’s bullshit. The first year is hard because it’s all new and you’re clueless and all of the things you ignored about your partner before the baby, is finally piling up and you can’t seem to let it slide like you used to. You have to relearn things about your partner and it gets very real very quickly because before the baby, it wasn’t “that big of a deal” when you seemed to always be the one cooking and cleaning and trying to keep the house tidy. But now you don’t sleep anymore and the house is always messy. And they don’t help. With any of it. You can ask for help sure, but you’re probably going to cause a fight because they work so you can stay home. The first year is a lot of asking yourself if you can live like that for the next 18+ years. It’s a lot of trying to communicate that that shit won’t fly without hurting your partners feelings. It’s a lot of loneliness and feeling like you’re doing it all alone because god forbid your partner lifts a finger to help keep on top of things and on the off chance they do (usually to prove a point) you’re the bad guy for not showering them with praise.

It’s a lot of your partner getting angry when the mess and the laundry pile up because your kid is fussy so it’s hard to accomplish much of anything. The first year is learning to accept that no one cares if you’re “touched out”, your partner getting mad that you don’t want to be touched after a long day of puke and poop and biting. The first year is a lot of sleep deprived fighting and feeling like you aren’t being heard.

The first year is the hardest because it is when you realize that nothing is going to change, and you have to decide: can I live like this?

[turfwithane-deactivated20241112]

It annoys me so much when moids try to say that women have "female privilege" because it's socially acceptable for them to buy vibrators, dildos etc. But they can't do anything like that, which is wrong on so many levels but I just realised today that the reason there's no real, popular equivalent of sex toys for men is because they use women as sex toys instead

[aretherestarsinhell]

“i am hard to love.

that, i have always known

but you climbed the barbed wire fences that guarded my heart

and said you were here to stay

i believed you;

that was my mistake

i guess i scared you away;

i was too much for you,

or not enough,

or somewhere in between

but regardless,

the ending remains the same

i am here,

with my lonely, wounded heart

and the shattered remains of every empty promise you made.”

-i am hard to love, but you were easy to lose. c.r.

[chained-heart-deactivated202311]

I don’t think I’ll ever forget you. But when I think of you, I won’t be remembering you as love, because you were far from it. I’ll remember you as my biggest heartbreak. You were a maybe. An almost. You were my dream that came to life, but for it to last was too good to be true. And to this day, I don’t think there’s anything more tragic that’s happened to me.

c / maybe one day you’ll become less of a core memory

[breakuppoetry]

[thoughtkick]

“What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”

— Unknown

[a-quietsoul]

“I can’t promise to be your friend, but I can promise to pick up your calls at 2 A.M when you need my voice until you sleep because it helps you (at least until you find someone new). When your sister calls me and asks me how I’m doing and your mother tells me she misses me, I promise to sincerely say I miss them too, because I do. On the day you marry the girl who steals your heart and make you laugh the hardest since I left, I will be there and sit like everyone else as the two of you share a kiss. And I promise to hug you, and it will linger, because we stand on the day we always talked with such hope, those mindless daydreams of the future, but never think it’ll turn out like this. We will share a look when we part ways, or perhaps one of us will look while the other turns the other way, that otherwise can’t be said, or translated into words. I can’t promise to be your anything, because only we know what we mean to each other, yet in the infinite space of my heart you’ll always be a constant star, even if you’re no longer the center of my world.”

— we love but we’re not lovers

[i-wrotethisforme]

I’ve only met a handful of people in my life that I can actually be myself around and not feel like I’m putting on a show. Like, I can be completely honest down to my core and not worry about them thinking differently about me or liking me less. And I can’t explain it but it takes a certain type of person for me to feel this way with and a connection like that is so rare that when you find it, it’s really easy to mistake it for love. And sometimes it is or it can be, but not always. Those people are special but it doesn’t always have to be love. And that’s why there are certain people that I always want in my life, in some capacity, I’m just not sure what capacity that is. I just know that I can’t give up that connection. And it might be a matter of having a lot in common or similar senses of humor or caring about the same things, but it’s deeper than that too. I think it’s that we think a similar way and our feelings are somehow connected and the way we express or react or make assumptions about things and the motivators that cause us to act are all aligned. I don’t know, but I know it’s something more than surface deep. There are certain people that are just on different levels with you than everyone else. And you hold on to those people.

[letsmakeitwritee]

“Someone once asked me what depression feels like. I said ‘like a slower way of being dead’ and I know it doesn’t make any sense but that’s just the way it is. laying in bed, unable to move even though there is nothing physically wrong with you doesn’t make much sense either. A family member once asked me why at my age I didn’t have a job. I said ‘i’m sick’ and they said 'being sad isn’t the same as being sick’ and, yeah, they’re right. being sad ISN’T the same as being sick. i can’t call in sad to work, or to school, or to anywhere else for that matter without being accused of throwing a self-pity party to which the only attendees are me and my sadness which is constantly being invalidated by those who don’t understand it, including me, because I don’t understand my sadness either. it’s difficult to admit this but the ugly truth is i have been sad for so long that I no longer remember what it’s like not be. kind of like when you have a cold and can’t breathe through your nose but instead of not being able to breathe through your nose, you can’t breathe AT ALL and all you can do is wait to suffocate while the people around you ask you what’s wrong but you can’t tell them because it wouldn’t make any sense. It never makes any sense.”

—

[lovefeared]

It’s crazy how the relationship you have is only because you bonded over hating me.

[toomanythoughtshere]

being mentally ill is weird, I can go through traumatic shit and maintain a poker face but then have a mental breakdown over losing a pen

[remindie]

[odinsblog]

This is the NRA and Republicans in a nutshell

[xkittygrrl]

Okay but this is a great use of this meme. Just really.

[sarkyfancypants]

I cant believe that a panel that should say “movies and videogames are the real cause of this fire” wasnt added to this as well.

[trishmishtree]

here, I added more

[odinsblog]

some more

[odinsblog]

[boykeats]

“In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person’s soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings. Novels change us from within.”

— Donna Tartt, in this 2013 interview by Laurie Grassi for Chatelaine