Sabrina Carpenter — 67th Grammy Awards
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Sabrina Carpenter — 67th Grammy Awards
when i was a kid my Getting To Sleep technique was visualizing a child-sized shriveled up mummy with big piercing eyes that would stand silhouetted in the doorway & stare at me & probably attack if i so much as opened my eyes after getting into bed & this technique caused me to develop a lifelong nighttime-induced paranoia & it still takes me 2 hours to fall asleep. so i wouldnt recommend that
"So this is how liberty dies... With thunderous applause."
The strangest attitude I've ever seen on people about anything is when someone is aware that their situation is bad, and that other people have it better, and not only have their no intention to personally do anything to fix their situation, they'll actively fight you if you try to help them. They don't want their situation to get better. They just want you to feel bad about how bad they've got it.
So this is really interesting to me, because it feels it's a great example of one of the most basic misconceptions I've experienced in my life.
tl;dr: Maybe they're just venting. Maybe they just want sympathy. Maybe they just want validation that their assessment of their situation being bad is accurate or objective.
In more detail: I'm a fixer. I like fixing things. If you come to me and share a problem, I will try my best to fix it. I will offer solutions and I will try to brainstorm a way to offer support. That's how I show I care. It's wired into my brain. If someone I care about is suffering or in pain, and they communicate that to me, my instinctive reaction is to figure out how to help.
But it turns out that's not always what people want.
One of my dearest, closest friends vents a lot. She knows what the problem is, and she knows how to fix it, but in the, idk, step-by-step process of her brain to function, there's a clear step labeled "venting". She needs to communicate her problem verbally to someone, before she can actually do anything about it. She needs to explain what she's seeing and how and where. Plenty of times, she already KNOWS how to fix it, but she can't start the "fixing" subroutine until she completes the "venting" subroutine. She has to vent.
And she's made it very clear to me, how utterly infuriating and condescending it was to have her attempts to vent met with calls for action.
"My washer machine is broken," my friend would say, preparing to share the story of how it broke and how it made her feel, because she needs to verbalize the situation to be able to process it.
And then I would immediately jump in and go:
"Oh, we can buy a second hand cheap one in this bazaar."
Or,
"I can find the name of the guy who fixed my mom's washing machine for you."
Or,
"Did you get the extended warranty? If you did, you can just call and they'll take care of it."
And all of those would result in my friend's "venting" subroutine getting hung while she replied - awkward, thoughtless, deflecting answers, because she hadn't PROCESSED yet, so she couldn't really say anything for certain yet. And in turn I would continue to rattle out solutions every step of the way, because I took her objections to be aimed at my solutions specifically, not at my behavior over all.
We had a lot of fights, this friend and I. But one day we sort of... we clicked. One day she said "I'm not an idiot and you don't need to treat me like one, maybe I just wanted some sympathy from a friend, not to be made feel like an incompetent child over every thing that upsets me! It's very hurtful that you dismiss me that way."
I was floored. Completely flabbergasted. At no point had I considered that my attempts to help were harmful. This is a person I care about deeply and that I wanted to support, and I realized it was my self-centeredness that was not letting me see what she actually needed was diametrically opposed to what I was trying to give her.
And like, that's the thing, you know? I ask now. "Is this venting or is this asking for advice?" And if it's venting, I offer a sympathetic ear and we'll bitch together about the great evils of the world. And if it's advice, I'll let loose and scramble my brain to figure out how to fix it.
The thing is, there was nothing wrong with my friend. There still isn't. She's not wrong or broken or selfish or lazy or any of the unkind things people assume, when they encounter this particular misunderstanding. Her brain is wired differently from mine. That's all. It's not even that hard to accommodate for it, either. And she accommodates for me too.
the REAL tl;dr sometimes if you keep not getting the expected reaction, from your interactions with people, it's entirely possible you're misinterpreting the entire thing. And that's not necessarily anyone's fault, but if you can notice it and you see it happen over and over again... maybe speak up and try to clear things up?
Different people need different things, and there's nothing wrong with that.
Different people
need different things, and there’s
nothing wrong with that.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Isnt it weird that hotel rooms provide toilet paper, tissues, shampoo, conditioner, lotion, soap, and ive even seen some provide make removal wipes, but I’ve never seen a single one provide pads or tampons?
Russian-speaking twitter had a huuuuge discussion about that last month I think, it was crazy how angry men were after just reading this question.
The arguments against varied from “hotels can’t afford it” to “you should plan your periods women, you have apps for that” to “but what if men eat tampons by mistake” (what???)
It really blew up and as far as I know quite a few workplaces began to put pads and tampons in office toilets. Hopefully hotels will too.
Yeah i just thought about it when i saw make up wipes in the hotel i stayed in the other day. Like make up wipes are very much something men could accidentally eat yet they are okay to provide but not pads??
Men will see a hypothetical hotel tampon and eat it
men will see a tampon and say is anyone gonna eat that and not wait for an answer
every time you get a little moment of joy I need you to really notice it and revel in it. suck up every last ounce of serotonin you can get. you're going to need it.
next time you see a piece of art you like take an extra minute to really take it in. next time you see a flower growing through the sidewalk cracks snap a pic of it. every time you hear a baby laugh, unexpectedly run into a friend, get to enjoy a tasty dessert, i need you to take a second and really drink it in because those little moments of light are going to make the fight worthwhile
#my two moods
My Fair Lady (1964) dir. George Cukor
I’m like Cat here. We’re a couple of no name slobs. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don’t even belong to each other.
Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) dir. Blake Edwards
SABRINA CARPENTER performing at the 67th GRAMMY Awards on February 02, 2025.
SABRINA CARPENTER. Grammy Awards 2025.
wiggles my ass at you bug style
"the magnus archives sounds cool! what are the content warnings?"
kidnapping stalking insanity sleepwalking cannibalism and teeth, gaslighting gun violence pipe murder and silence and medical trauma and meat. bugs in your body and poisoned black coffee and self-mutilation and lies, police brutality breaks from reality suicide spiders and eyes. paaaaaranoia degloving the uncanny valley and running like prey to survive, agonies torture and drowning and falling and then being buried alive.
i thought i made it pretty clear tbh
2025 MOVIE DIARY
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (2004) dir. Joel Schumacher
If you have a goal to change this year, be sure to build your plan on a foundation of self-love, not self-criticism. You are worthy just as you are. If you hope to change, remember that each little step on that path is a tiny gift honoring your own sense of self-worth. Move forward in the name of care, not condemnation.
there are two competing sects on this website - one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "neurodivergent" and one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "sexual content." i do not like either of them
I use spicy to describe food
my food is mentally ill and I’m putting my dick in it
Twilight
always gonna take the scenic route