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i have so many hobbies and interests but each day the four horsemen (instant gratification, shortened attention span, procrastination, exhaustion) grab me by the throat and shake me until i collapse in my comfy bed
What We Do in the Shadows (2019-2024)
"A marriage ending isn't a failure at all. I spent eleven years with her. We were so in love that we couldn't image life apart from each other. We got our own place, adopted a dog, and supported each other through school. I thought if tow people loved each other enough the rest would fall into place, except... love isn't everything.
And I didn't want to believe that, but we were sitting in counseling one day, talking about our future and I realized we were describing two completely different lives. Where we'd live, what kind of life we wanted, what made us happy. And it hit me that- I love this woman and this woman loved me. And after eleven years of loss, grief, career changes, we were so deeply in love... but we weren't aligned. And I kept thinking 'We just need to try harder. We can find some compromise to make this work,' because that's what you're supposed to do when you love someone, right?
But the reality was, we had just become different people. Her trade school took her in one direction, my graduate degree in another and trying to force us back into who we were five years ago wasn't coming from a place of love. It was coming from a place of fear. Fear that, if this ended, it meant we wasted eleven years. But sitting there across from her, I realized: That's not how love works.
Those eleven years happened. They were real. The dog, our home, showing up for each other through grad school and trade school. I wouldn't change a single thing because loving someone doesn't mean you're meant to stay with them forever. And letting go doesn't erase what you had. We measure marriage by whether it lasts forever or not, but what if we measured it by whether it mattered?
What if we measured it by the love we gave, the life we built, and the people we became? Because love's job isn't to last forever, it's to help you become fully completely yourself, and sometimes the most loving thing you can do is give each other permission to be yourselves, separately. But the dog doesn't know were' divorced. He just gets two Christmases now."
Pulled this from this guy Preston Rakovsky's Instagram (@prestonrack) because it is a beautiful perspective on love, marriage, and relationships in general.
might fuck around and nurture my inner child by engaging in arts and crafts and the hobbies of my youth
kinda crazy that your entire school life sets up an expecation of summer vacations and winter holidays and spring breaks and then you graduate and most workplaces are like "you get 2 weeks of PTO AT MOST and if you even think about using any of those days off on a major holiday there is a 50/50 chance your manager will kill someone and frame you for it"
not to be art snob guy but everyone knows that the Mona Lisa isn't the most valuable painting in the world cause he painted the woman so "beautiful" right. Like I just saw someone compare another painting (that was good!) but go this one should be celebrated as much as the Mona Lisa, look how beautiful it is- okay you know that's not why tho right.
Da Vinci stepped into a realm of anatomy and technique that no-one had ever done before. He Mastered light in a time where they were just painting the background and the subject the exact same focus.
What we understand about aperture, perspective, the human eye- Da Vinci was utilising before the scientific community even knew what a retina did. Do you understand how Crazy that is.
He invented a 3D stereoscopic picture in the 1500s. It would take two more centuries before physicists even arrived at the concept of stereography.
Do you understand how much math that is. A lot of fucking math man.
And I'm not even talking about colour or texture rn!!! He did it so we can't see the brushstrokes! It would require x-rays to view the work he did.
I just know sometimes people go oh why's this painting so special- it's very important to me that you know that the Mona Lisa was like an Atomic Bomb on the Renaissance art community. Almost EVERY piece of art you view today you could track it's influence back to what da Vinci did.
Like other art deserves its time in the spotlight, of course, but you know we didn't all gather around one day and go this lady is the prettiest this painting shall now be the Best. It's the most valuable painting in the world because..,. Well because it's the most valuable painting in the world.
ever since i learned abt the concept of networking i knew i was going to have to do everything alone and do it the hard way
i believe i can do everything in this life except feign interest and suck up to people
party rockers in their bed tonight. every body just have a good night
when i was younger and stupid and in the (glass) closet i was dating the son of a pharmacologist. this man had made millions developing medications. he was fond of me and privately told me i was too funny and smart to be dating boys.
he also said that it was incredibly unlikely that sexism will ever be resolved in the medical field. that the majority of medications i will ever take - even some of which are "for women" - will not be clinically tested on my body.
the problem, he said, was in getting any human clinical trial approved. to test on a body with a uterus - any body, even elderly patients or those who have been sterilized - was often nigh-impossible, because the concern was that the test patient may, at any point, become pregnant. once/if the patient became pregnant, the study would not be about "the effects of New Medication on the body." instead, the trial would fail - the results would be "the effects of New Medication on a developing fetus/pregnant patient."
it was massively easier, he said, to just test without accounting for a uterus. that's how he phrased it - accounting for a uterus.
at the time, i remember him talking about the ethical implications of testing on a developing fetus; how such testing could theoretically bankrupt a company if a lawsuit was filed. he talked about informed consent and about how long it took for any legislation to be passed about this - that in 1993; the year i was born, it finally became illegal to outright exclude women and minorities from clinical trials.
i remember him shrugging. "that's not to say it doesn't happen," he said. my ears were ringing.
i was thinking about how every time i have been rushed to the ER, the first thing they have asked me is if i am pregnant. when i broke my wrist at 16 years old - despite never having had sex - they made me wait three hours for the test to come back negative before they gave me pain meds. the possibility of a child haunts my health.
how many people have died on the table because they were waiting for the pregnancy test before treatment. how many people have died on the table because they were pregnant, and the only thing we care about is the fetus.
it is hard to explain to other people, but it feels like some kind of strange ghost. our entire lives, we are supposed to "save" our bodies for our future partners. but really we are just saving the body for the future child, aren't we? that hovering future-almost that cartwheels around in a miasma. you can't get your tubes tied, what if you change your mind? think of the child you must have, eventually.
who cares about you and your actual safety. think about what you could be carrying.
— 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥.
I hate having an internal monologue. Girl shut the fuck up.
My favorite grocery store cashier died a few months ago. I know this probably sounds like a bizarre thing to be sad about. Her name was Judith and I only saw her once or twice a week, and only while I was paying for groceries. But even now, months later, I think of her when I'm at the grocery store. She used to save the ends of receipt paper rolls when they only had a foot or two left on them and give them to me, which I never asked her to do, but the first time she did it she held one out to me and said "you look like someone who would make a craft out of this," and I laughed because she was right. I do save them to put in geocaches and letterboxes. Our small talk was about the weather and the weekend and aren't those cookies good? They're so expensive though. But it's worth it.
I'm just saying. If you ever sit around wondering whether you'd be missed if you disappeared off the face of the earth, the answer is probably yes, very much, and probably by more people than you think.
i still miss the lady who gave me my chicken breakfast sandwiches from mcdonald's after work. i loved her nails and she remembered my order, even tho i only got one a month, when i really needed a little comfort food and for someone to call me honey. i moved away. i hope she's doing well. i hope her nails are still adorable.
There was a lady who used to walk through the museum grounds every single day, and we always would wave or smile when we saw her. She finally started to stop and chat to us, and then started to attend workshops, and then one day we realized we hadn't seen her in a while.
A coworker of hers passed through a few weeks later, asking to speak to the director. Turned out she loved the museum. Loved watching the museum's cows in the field in the summer. She had been a nurse and was caring for her mother when she was diagnosed with cancer, which took her life very quickly. She was in her 50s. Her nurse friends had all gotten a collection together and sent the coworker to deliver it to us, asking that something special be done for her, and here, here's the money to do it.
So now there is a wooden bench beside the cow pasture, painted with the white and black spots of a Holstein, with a little plaque dedicated to Tanya, beloved friend and daughter. And people use it to watch the cows in the summer.
im 12 years old sitting on my bed reading it’s midnight it’s summer my window is open the crickets are very loud but very soothing my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. im 12 years old. the feeling never goes away.
maybe i like my tech a little bit inconvenient
maybe i like pulling out my debit card instead of using apple pay. maybe i like untangling my wired headphones. maybe i like typing something into the search bar instead of using siri or whatever. maybe i like curating my own social media feeds over an algorithm. i just don’t think everything has to be perfectly streamlined and efficient i like it when things feel tethered to the real world.