sometiems I listen to TSwizzle and it’s like she’s kissing my face and I want to cry.
I don’t want to be cremated I want to be interred somewhere where I won’t disturb anyone and rot. Putrefaction is so body posi!
shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all because they’re just going to ruin it for themselves anyway
this one’s for you
Omg why do I try to put anything into words ever, I hate it. Sew me up ):
Who thought it was a good idea to watch Teeth without a backup care plan? “Oh just one little rape scene I can handle it,” says I. Actually the whole movie is like an extended rape scene? And I feel so terrible now. Making some terrible decisions like not feeding myself (ughguhugh) and dropping down to part time uni because I can’t do it and I don’t really want to. Clawing around for someone to come over and be gentle with me/give a bit of comfort. Asked my date but he’s flaky? Anyway writing stuff down is kind of self-care.
One of the best mom moments in TV history. I wish more parents knew how important it is to validate their children’s feelings.
<3 <3 <3 <3 </3
i love marge so much
crying a bit.
Mum and I took ok care of each other this weekend.
hey sulky selfie for recovery post!
Can anyone recommend durable rad stickers? I want to decorate my phone but all the cute feminist stickers seem to be paper and would disintegrate.
Bouncing back from self-destructive night/really sad party by internet shopping with internet friends. Also eating food and psyching myself up to clean bathroom and mop floors and do laundry. Then go to mum’s house and do as much housework as possible for her because she has a broken arm and dad’s away and she’ll be getting herself into a frantic state making the house nice for HER mum, who is sick and old and coming up from Melbourne tomorrow (every time we see her could be the last time, mum keeps reminding me).
I bought my first wig and get to see a psych nurse next week and swam 500m with my friend on Thursday. Some beautiful people have been emailing me and I’m gathering strength to cross every email reply off my to do list.
Gotta take this seriously and rebuild my relationship with myself, because damn. Caring about what happens to y’self, damn.
I am eminently dateable online, and utterly impossible IRL. Fiddling as Rome burns; answering okcupid questions while my life and well being disintegrates.
It’s all somewhat true except for my relatively low cool score. I’m definitely more more cool than average.