maisisat

had I told the sea/ what I felt for you/ it would have left its shores/ its shells/ its fish/ and followed me

[inlovewithwarnette]

i didn’t ask to be this much in love with a fictional character but there he is and here i am

[mountain-spirits-deactivated202]

dark skies

[laeffy]

Every time I get groceries I’m always appalled at how little you can get for like, $20. I was making banana pudding so I needed vanilla wafers but the brand name nilla wafers cost $4 a box. The minimum wage in my state is $7.25/hr. My friend put it really well when he said “imagine you work for an hour and someone hands you two boxes of nilla wafers and said ‘actually this is a bit more than what I owe you’”

[laeffy]

How are some of y’all missing the point so bad. “Shop at aldi instead” “make your own food” “don’t buy brand name” “don’t buy unhealthy processed food” It’s not about the box of cookies. This is about how minimum wage pays peanuts and has stagnated for 12 years while the cost of living keeps growing. No one wants your financial advice about how to survive on beans and rice and frozen veggies. The smartest grocery list in the world is not gonna help you budget your way out of poverty. Please get a grip for the love of god

[urhajos]

Light and drawing, Nikita Busyak

[vvitchella]

*banging pots and pans together* what the FUCK am I longing for?? WHAT IS IT??

[theconcealedweapon]

[p0pnstxr]

to those who hyperfixate on an obscure or already ended media I wish you a good evening and a good night

[lifeinpoetry]

What can one do about melancholic moods? I wonder. I don’t know. They kept me company for so long that they even aged with me. They took me to airports and railway stations. I would have missed them, had they disappeared, yes, I would have; our friends are not necessarily human. (Too human?)

— Etel Adnan, from Shifting the Silence (via lifeinpoetry)

[srsfunny]

That’s not possible

[guardianrock]

[hairsaffitz]

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ke.ne.su we’re here at the ba test kitchen 🍴🍳 i had to make a lil tribute to my absolute favorite food content makers online;; Every video has sparked so much joy for me over the past year and its been so fun to watch and learn more abt food thru ba online !! anyway 🥺🥺😭🥺😭

[heyskys]

paralyzed

[lessthansix]

[sweetgrassbraids-deactivated202]

the tenderness…. 

[bright-eyed]

the whole quote is very heartwarming:

“And we are not the only animal that has to teach our young. Old lobsters show their migration routes to young ones by holding claws, the way we hold hands, and walking the long miles together. A kitten without a mother to teach her may not ever learn to hunt small mammals. Such cats will let mice run all over them—though once they are shown, they never forget. A bee coming home from her first pollen run will be stroked all over by the other bees in praise and encouragement, even though she’s probably carrying only one-tenth of what she will learn to in a few weeks. Beavers held in captivity without flowing water don’t know how to make dams—that knowledge was passed down through the generations until humans interrupted their process of enculturation.”

[maisisat]

August 2019

August was such a difficult month for me. I didn’t expect it to be so hard. I was contemplating just throwing in the towel for a good few days straight. Maybe I was being soft but I was so so tired of myself and everything.

A friend shared with me before that he had such a long string of bad luck that he honestly believed someone had cursed him. That was how I felt this August. It felt like I couldn’t do anything right, and I was so tired from the sheer amount of work and my own incompetence. And what made it worse for me, I think, was that everyone could see how badly I was doing. I am a very easily embarrassed person and the knowledge that all eyes were on my every mistake stressed me out so much. All I could think of was how badly I was doing.

I felt close to tears all the time. I ended up crying in the taxi home from work. I mean I had already been sniffling in the lobby before I got into the car. I was getting over it a bit already, like calming down and I covered my eyes with my hand. The driver asked if i was tired after a long day and that really just broke me there. I started crying again and in this awful, shaky voice I told him I was so tired. It was just awkward and painful so I called K and cried harder.

It’s a surreal feeling to be crying in the backseat of a car. The driver turned up the radio – this Chinese pop station, this act of kindness so he could try to pretend to not hear me. And it felt pretty much like a shitty movie that I didn’t want to be in.

I felt like I had what I wanted, and it turned out it wasn’t what I wanted at all. Like, what I thought to myself was what the fuck is the point of a pretty building if I’ve been so miserable here day in and day out for a week straight and it was all self-inflicted. If only I was a better person or a more capable person. I knew what I wanted but I didn’t know how to get there. And I’ve been feeling like this for so long, I’m not sure anymore if I can be any better, maybe this was just the extent of my abilities.

And sometimes, I dread coming into work in the morning. Which is a feeling I’ve had before and I don’t want to have. I’m not asking to love what I do, but I’m so tired of being frightened to do anything.

I don’t have much aside from work to talk about. It’s been….all I’m doing day in and day out. I’m so tired and I dislike myself very much most days now. This is a late post so I’m a week into Sept now but I’m desperately hoping things get better for me soon.

[altraviolence]

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

[memory-is-treachery]

u heard him ladies

[ki55ed]

really looking forward to doing something one of these days