#ranty rant

[paloma-ascends-into-hellfire]

being the eldest daughter is being a control freak and feeling responsible for everything and everyone. feeling worthless one second and then setting your breakdown aside to comfort your friend. worrying about others so much that you forget to take care of yourself. setting the highest standards for yourself and feeling like a failure when you can't achieve them. feeling like a failure all the time, really. it's setting your ambitions aside for any minor reason. teaching your siblings to learn from your mistakes, having to bear the burden of making mistakes first. fearing leaving your siblings alone when you move out. shutting down and repressing memories because you need to deal with someone else's problems.

and yet, i can't imagine being anything but the eldest daughter.

[brothermouse]

I am once again subjected to the joyful fact that my job runs very smoothly and efficiently day to day right up until the exact moment management gets involved.

[futurebird]

Please don't forget the ants!

STOP STOP STOP Stop, making festive "bug print" fabrics, quilt patterns, children's books and drawings that include "mix of bugs" but don't contain a single ANT.

I know how you artists are. You never skip the butterfly because of the colors. You never skip the beetle because of the ... shape. You never skip a centipede or millipede because of the legs. You never skip the spider because of the LORE. But ants are "boring" --right? NO WRONG

Ants are everything. Ants are the most successful members of the most successful group of land animals on the planet!

A nature drawing without ants is like a forest without leaves. Like night sky... without any stars. Do not forget the ants. Know the ants have not forgotten you!

[thelesbianoracle]

Very first world problems i know: But as a chronic illness girly, sometimes I have to order groceries to be delivered.

And my problem is this - why the fuck am I spending so much time marking specific substitutions etc if these stupid fuckin men (cause its always a fuckin man) don't even bother to do the substitutions correctly and instead message you 100 times asking about substituting things or just refunding half the order anyway???

I know there's a literacy problem that's only gotten and getting worse but like goddamn yall... to send a picture of the item clearly on the shelf and then argue with me about "its not here" open your fucking eyeballs bro

Like it would be more physically exhausting and detrimental to my health for me to go to the store myself right now, but the sheer mental agony of dealing with these fucking idiots is almost worse.

I'm not your mother or your seeing eye dog dude get it the fuck together and be the big boy you supposedly are and just do the task that you're being paid to fucking do.

[accursedexistenceadjourned]

Well fuck guess who just got diagnosed with ME/CFS bitches???

Unfortunately... it's me.

Okay then....

[vann-haal]

Playing at this con and I need this absolute fucking dorkass loser of a DM to just. Take a breath and act like a human person

[jackednephi]

I especially don't want to hear cult talk from someone who's parents left when they were like 8. I'm 30 and got a baby blessing and everything. Grandmother was a member and both my brothers and I got our patriarchal blessings and did baptisms for the dead. Both brothers went to the MTC and just

I don't want to hear cult talk from someone who doesn't even have genuine lived experiences with the church. You genuinely do not know what you're talking about and I don't need or want that shit anywhere near me

[youonlylovemeformy-bigsunglasses]

I know that I’m pretty with my long hair,

I know it makes me more approachable.

I know my family loves it,

I know they think it was just a phase.

However, I can’t help but wish my hair was short and blue,

Or green or pink,

Anything but long and brown.

I know I’m not her,

But when I walk past a mirror I see only her sad eyes.

I see her long brown hair covering her shaking shoulder as her parents scream downstairs.

I see her wide eyes as the cops pull up to her house.

I see her rigid shoulders and determinant gaze as she turns off before location and blocks him.

I know that my hair doesn’t bring me back,

But it brings her back.

Why can’t she stay dead?

Somewhere forgotten like that discarded hair