sincerity is genuinely really hard like…….. if i have ever told you anything heartfelt out loud i have had to battle like 7 layers of embarrassment & repression to do that
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sincerity is genuinely really hard like…….. if i have ever told you anything heartfelt out loud i have had to battle like 7 layers of embarrassment & repression to do that
the notes on this let’s go to therapy queens
I saw a post that said “it isn’t my responsibility to rebuild a bond that i didn’t break” and damn I felt that
Ur energy will always overcome ur appearance
some women be like “my man washed a dish once. I’m very lucky” and it makes me so sad for her like you just know she never cums
pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills instead of being seen as behaviors
so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.
What’s sad to me about this is that I’ve noticed a lot of people saying they “can’t” do art, or dance, or sing. That because it’s turned into a profitable vocation, and thus has some implied heirarchy to it (ie: there are ‘master artists’, and ‘professional singers and dancers’), people feel shame for not “living up to unattainable standards,” when in reality, art for humans is very therapeutic and good for the soul.
everytime i see a pair of earrings missing from a multipack at the department store
pro tip: don’t fuck around with someone who never asks you a single question about yourself.
so much has happened this year it feels like i lived 3 years in one.
there’s so much joy in living a private life. looking really pretty and not posting it, going to a new city and not telling anyone, getting a fancy dinner by yourself dressed up.... like it just feels like life.. i feel alive and less preformative
people who arent punctual freak me out im so stressed. what do you mean the event starts at 6 and you’ll pick me up at 5:50 even though I live 20 minutes from the venue? what do you mean being 10 minutes late is “no big deal”? what if there’s no parking and nowhere to sit? what then? i need to be there at 5:45 just to be sure and you’re like Oh Whatever Dude... ARE YOU OKAY
gays born after 1995 can’t cook all they know is yas queen, wig, crash car, polyamory, take prep and lie
friendly Sunday Funday reminder from the Proletariat Pug to at least nod & make eye contact with homeless people, it’s not that hard <3
Sometimes having mental illness is like living paycheck to paycheck but with your brain
That’s heavy!
god’s only intention in making earth was this. humans and everything else was an accident
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