peach / plum / pear

For those that claim friendship, or brotherhood, is a thankless job, I submit that all of us are nothing more or less than the sum of who we love. It doesn’t matter whether your life is whole or if it feels like it’s falling apart, the only way to achieve any kind of happiness in this world is by loving a handful of people. I believe we are marked by the people who love us, whether we like it or not, for the rest of our short lives on earth.

[kropotkhristian-deactivated2019]

[argumate]

no fats, no femmes, no hunks, no mascs, no twinks, no bears, no tops, no bottoms,

[this-is-getting-silly]

no gods, no kings,

[argumate]

no masters, no subs,

[storywonker]

No lettuce, no tomato, and easy on the onions,

[lesbitchka]

i (a lesbian) called my best friend (a gay man) “babe” in a gsa meeting yesterday and this cishet ace girl said “are you guys dating or is it like a queerplatonic relationship” and i didn’t know what to say so i said “no we’re just normal people” and now she’s making vague finsta posts about aphobic lesbians

dbdkjbdkjdf

[slopaganda]

when are we gonna stop using the word “abusive” as a synonym for “just being an asshole”

[slopaganda]

hate 2 break this 2 yall but the world isnt split up into nice people and abusers. being cruel or manipulative in the absence of an observable pattern of behavior and an established power dynamic isnt abuse. sometimes people are just shitty

[thesnadger]

Since once in a blue moon I actually discover a decent rule for adulting, and since I know I have followers a few years younger than me who are just entering the workforce, I want to tell you about a very important phrase. 

“I won’t be available.”

Imagine you’re at work and your boss asks you to come in on Saturday. Saturday is usually your day off–coming in Saturdays is not an obligation to keep your job. Maybe you were going to watch a movie with a friend, or maybe you were just going to lie in bed and eat ice cream for eight hours, but either way you really, really don’t want to give up your day off.

If you consider yourself a millennial you’ve probably been raised to believe you need to justify not being constantly at work. And if you’re a gen-Z kid you’re likely getting the same toxic messages that we did. So in a situation like that, you might be inclined to do one of three things:

Tell your boss you’d rather not give up your day off. Cave when they pressure you to come in anyway, since you’re not doing anything important.

Tell your boss you’d rather not give up your day off. Over-apologize and worry that you looked bad/unprofessional.

Lie and say you’ve got a doctor’s appointment or some other activity that feels like an adequate justification for not working.

The fact is, it doesn’t matter to your boss whether you’re having open heart surgery or watching anime in your underwear on Saturday. The only thing that affects them is the fact that you won’t be at work. So telling them why you won’t be at work only gives them reason to try and pressure you to come in anyway.

If you say “I won’t be available,” giving no further information, you’d be surprised how often that’s enough. Be polite and sympathetic in your tone, maybe even say “sorry, but I won’t be available.” But don’t make an excuse. If your boss is a professional individual, they’ll accept that as a ‘no’ and try to find someone else. 

But bosses aren’t always professional. Sometimes they’re whiny little tyrants. So, what if they pressure you further? The answer is–politely and sympathetically give them no further information.

“Are you sure you’re not available?” “Sorry, but yes.”

“Why won’t you be available?” “I have a prior commitment.” (Which you do, even if it’s only to yourself.)

“What’s your prior commitment?” “Sorry, but that’s kind of personal.”

“Can you reschedule it?” “I’m afraid not. Maybe someone else can come in?”

If you don’t give them anything to work with, they can’t pressure you into going beyond your obligations as an employee. And when they realize that, they’ll also realize they have to find someone else to come in and move on.

[gtgcya-archive]

stupid man

in the window

i could’int be at rest

[setheverman]

what’s the mood… for april?

[zeverity]

[hither2]

[riseofthecommonwoodpile-deactiv]

FMK the father the son and the holy spirit

[figureinthedistance]

some women joke they only abstain from sth out of laziness as if thts inferior 2 having some high political motivation but like. laziness is an adequately feminist reason for not shaving, not having patience w men, not wearing makeup or impractical clothing, not dieting, not doing more than ur fair share of work in group efforts or @ ur job etc etc etc…………………….. laziness is 1 of the most feminist instincts of all. a lot of feminism is abt shirking our responsibility of catering 2 men. its abt saving our energy for the gender wars 

[homoz]

What up, I’m Jared, I’m 19, and I never fuckin learned how to

love

[regularschool-blog]

(Sandy) Alex G - Poison Root

The first twenty times I listened to this album, I got chills all over during the opening track, “Poison Root,” listening to Alex Giannascoli’s unexpected experiment with banjo and violin Americana slowly fill my empty shell of a body with alternating shivers and warmth as a dog barked in the background. And my love of this album continued to grow as I gave it listen after listen, particularly within the month of its release mid-May when I was preparing to graduate from UCLA into a totally uncertain future. I played this album over and over as I prepared to rip myself away from everything I had built and loved in LA, hearing his voice nail that never-quite-ready-for-this feeling as he droned Poison Root’s final refrain, “Now I know everything. Now I know everything.”

Favorites: 

+ Poison Root + Proud + Powerful Man

[sukideen]

Visit Original Link

Should I tear my eyes out now? Everything I see returns to you somehow

Should I tear my heart out now? Everything I feel returns to you somehow

[immortalloverodd]

I’m still not clear on what his secret weapon is though.

[theapatheticstag]

I just had a fucking stroke

[seven-tenths-water]

why is this so fucking funny

[seven-tenths-water]

the date (11/6/17)

i went on a date with a boy who also carries stamps in his wallet in case he has to send some emergency mail soon i’ll receive an envelope sealed with wax and inside it, the card will read “if you’re looking for a sign, this is it”

[buttwyatt]

the high point of 2017 was the first day of the year when someone made the hollyweed sign and it’s all been downhill from there

[seven-tenths-water]

a goodbye letter, belated (10/21/2017)

right after our breakup, right after you said you needed some space, after asking me to not give you space, and taking away my i told you so for yourself, i printed out all the things i wrote about you, left them in a stack on my desk. one sentence, two sentences, thoughts i caught in a butterfly net, floating above and out of my head, and put in that stack, containing their restlessness, and i was going to send you a poem, but i realized that when you’re broken up, your sentences belong inside your own head; your poems belong on your desk, and not in an envelope in the mail, and when you wrote me a letter saying you were crying less, i was happy you were crying, because i needed you to feel what i couldn’t feel myself, i needed you to miss me so i couldn’t miss you; i needed you to hate this breakup so i could steal back my i told you so; and even though you did, and you did, and you did, i could, and i could, and i did, and i found i didn’t want it anymore.