laundry, dishes, dog walks, taxes, eating, sleeping, breathing, dusting, calling your mom, going to work, washing the car and watering the plants all has to be done over and over and over again so why would finding happiness be any different
See, thank you. It feels like a big realization for me tbh
It’s not that “this [xyz] will fix me” is wrong, it’s just… everything is kinda short term and that’s ok u gotta pace yourself
“I thought, “Oh, this is a really unlucky situation for you guys and I’m glad I’m only here temporarily on holiday and I am able to leave.” I didn’t realize I wouldn’t be able to leave.”
The term and concept of “rent lowering gunshots” has seeped into my mental vocabulary, and I’ve welcomed it there. Something I’m up to is gross and weird? Good, keeps the rent low. Keeps judgy people out. Post weird shit on your blog, do weird shit to your hair, be as fucky as your heart ever wants to be. If you’re not the one making the profit, make yourself unprofitable. The aposematism of brightly coloured creatures is there to warn predators, not friends.
You have no moral obligation to make yourself palatable for those who would consume you.
You have no moral obligation to make yourself palatable for those who would consume you.
