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I played soccer in high school. I still look decent shape physique wise..
And then thereās this gentlemanā¦
And I feel immediately inadequate..and my legs are bigger (more toned) than the average womanāsā¦
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Yeaaah we donāt talk about thatā¦
seven minutes in hell where you beat the shit out of each other. in a closet
Goodluck Pikachu
Sometimes Iām tired of being nice. One day your femur will be mine
WRONG BLOG WRONG BLOG
GUYS STOP REBLOGGIING THIS
World Heritage Post
No amount of time with you was ever enough.
I will miss you forever.
I wish I was able to get a collect call to the afterlife, just to hear your voice again. I would ask if Iām still making you proud, because I donāt like my mind.
Every so often I break out of the writing dazeā¢, glance up at the paragraph I had just vomited up, realize that the ratio of commas to words is far too similar, and think āwhat have I doneā
Iām such a ānah I got itā and suffer in silence type of person
Iām also a person of āIāll figure it outā while working on a better game plan.
Me: Working on 5 separate pieces of writing. Brain: (picks up a new idea out of the trash) Me: No, no, Brain you put that down or so help me! Brain: (whines, holds tighter) Me: I cannot deal with new toys right now. Put it back. Brain: (rolls it into a cohesive plot instead)
^An average day in Decadee's writing time.
ā¦whydoIfeelthissomuch?!
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One of life's great ironies is that almost everyone who makes the active decision to not have kids would probably be way better at raising a child than all the people who just kind of have children because it's what they think everyone is supposed to do
Like genuinely if you're like "I don't want kids because of the financial strain/the commitment/the irritation I would feel/the possibility of traumatizing them/whatever reason" you instantly demonstrate to me that you 1) understand the realities of parenthood and 2) believe that children should be treated with at least a base level of respect and compassion. Meanwhile everyone who's like "I want kids because I don't want to be alone" "I can't wait to dress up my babies" "I won't raise my children to be soft" may as well be talking about Neopets for all the fucks they seem to give about kids
Just because Iām good with kids doesnāt mean I want them- Iām not against having kids but I damn sure donāt want to traumatize them while worrying that I wonāt be there enough for them, because Iāll be sacrificing everything I have to make sure theyāre happy. Unfortunately itās unlikely because of financial strain when Iām barely able to pay for my bills as is; I love kids. I will not do anything where Iām unable to provide for them when Iām trying to provide for myself.
non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc
Do no harm, take no shit; if the boot fits, fucking wear it.
reminder that 30 isnāt old, itās very normal to not accomplish everything in your 20s, and that it is never too late to learn that thing youāve always wanted to learn. youāre always growing. thatās a good thing.Ā
Who the hell accomplishes everything in their 20s? Who made that a thing?
I was 48 when I started my apprenticeship to become a tattoo artist. I was 50 when I married the love of my life.
Youāve got time.
I needed this right now. Iāve got time!!!
To anyone who needs to hear this, my aunt called my mom last year in tears and, as she talked about how things are going, she admitted that she didnāt know she could be so happy, and she didnāt know how good life could be.
She is 72. After a very rough go of things, she is now with someone who cherishes her (met him three years ago!), goes on bucket-list road trips multiple times a year, founded two nonprofits to help people who have been through similar struggles, and feels fulfilled.
30 isnāt too late. Neither is 40, nor 50, nor even 70.
Oof. Iām 34 and yes I have my shit together for the most part- I have a job I love getting up for, I have a home, I have people who love me..and yet somehow Iām just..I know I want more..I just donāt know what I want..
