“You know it’s love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you’re not part of their happiness.”
— Julia Roberts
Hidden cabins, roaring waterfalls, and endless peace…Norway’s wilderness
giuliogroebert
As a blue collar woman, I could love nothing more
My new favorite hobby is weaponizing my Mom Friend status against my male coworkers, of which there are a surplus because I am A Woman in The Trades. It's hilarious to me. I have been the Mom Friend my entire life and working construction means I've expanded my territory from Mom Friend to Site Mom by virtue of always knowing where things are and also having pain meds and general life advice if you need any. Do you know what happens when you are so aggressively mom-shaped despite not even being 30? All the young guys I work with have subconsciously put me in the mom category of their brains. Do you know what that means? I live and work in the American South. These guys have been raised both socially and culturally to Respect All Mom Figures and I've snuck myself into that classification like a cuckoo in the nest. Like, listen, I can take it and dish it out with the best of them and I'm "one of the guys" 97% of the time, but I have my limits. If they're being dicks to each other and I'm tired of it all I gotta do is look really disapproving and scold them with some classic Mom-isms and it will stop them dead in their tracks. It's a total short circuit of their brains. Not one of these guys has withstood my telling them "manners are free and it costs nothing to be kind." Sometimes I just give them a look and say "Really?" in that tone of voice all moms use when they're completely fed up with you and it makes them straighten up in 10 seconds flat, guaranteed. It's psychological warfare of the highest order. One time I jokingly pulled out a "I'm so disappointed in you" after hearing this barely 18 year old tell some story about being obnoxious in an online game voice chat and it was very obviously a joke but somehow it rattled him so much AT WORK that he later told me he stopped doing it. It's a perfect storm of factors and literally all of them are in my favor. Should I care more about not enforcing gender stereotypes, especially in such a male-dominated field? Probably, but let's be real, the power has completely gone to my head.
by marina weishaupt (500px / flickr / instagram)
I was talking to a coworker recently and offhandedly said I wasn’t exactly competent at a lot of things. He reared back in obvious visceral disagreement that made me stop midsentence.
“What do you mean you’re not competent?”
“I guess I mean compared to the people I’m surrounded by? I’m not very handy, I guess.”
He looked baffled.
I tried to illuminate with a story. So at the sex shop we needed to vacuum every night, right? But one time after my days off I could tell the carpets hadn’t been vacuumed since I last saw them. I asked the other girls why not. It turned out that the screw that held the handle on the vacuum had been stripped and it wouldn’t stay in. Why was that down to a single screw? Bad design.
So any attempt to vacuum meant the handle just popped off when the screw jumped ship. I looked over the vacuum. I found a junk drawer. I found the biggest screw I could that still fit in the hole wrapped it in tape to bulk it out. Then I shoved/screwed it in place. Then I duct taped the opening so that fucker couldn’t pop out. Voila, a working handle.
The other girls were utterly delighted that I’d fixed the vacuum but I was painfully aware that my solution was neither elegant nor long term.
My coworker listened. Finally he said, “I think being competent just means you have the ability to learn a skill you lack, and you can do that. Your solution worked, and you were the one that tried to fix the problem.”
I digested that and agreed, but admitted any new skill learned would prompt me to be a huge baby about it.
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE - W.B. Yeats
note: credits go to (ofc) the original artists + compilers
emotional sad
last time together
waiting for the one who doesn't come
pov. heartbroken mermaid
slowly losing grip on reality
fight scenes
instrumental music for writing and fighting
you call it revenge, i call it returning a favour
all thrones come at a cost
comfort
a hogwarts comfort
you're studying with the dead poets society
and suddenly, we were strangers again
before sunrise
tension
realising we're living in a dystopian reality
you built an empire on the streets of birmingham in the 1920s
a little more dark academia
fine, make me your villain (darkling)
pleasingly dancing for your hot enemy in a private room
cool
it's 1998 and you're drifting through tokyo
among all the stars and infinite galaxies, how lucky am i to have met you
we're just used to this already (honkai star rail)
the playlist finds the cool kids
it's an old money summer at your house in europe
all my demons dance through the nighttime
office wave 1986
lost nostalgic
maybe in another life
what it feels like to be a memory
it's summer again, the days are blurring and the nights are sleepless
calm
lost in space
you exist for a reason (dreamcore)
a dreamlike peace
quiet autumn days
the calm before the storm
time periods
"it was not your fault but mine" greek mythology playlist
1920s
1940s
1950s
1970s (marauders)
1980s
1990s (supermodel)
You know what, since I'm thinking about it anyways, let's talk formalwear accessories. Most of these are traditionally menswear but a bit of gender fuckery is good for the soul, and frankly most of these are about making your mass-produced clothing fit and lay properly without having to go to the tailor.
Shirt stays: these go around your thighs to hold your shirt down, so that it stays smooth and tucked in. They're usually elastic, with 1-3 clips, and if you wear skirts frequently this is a GREAT way to make sure your top doesn't ride up. The clips will be visible if you're wearing something tight, so loose pants or skirts are where these do best. There's also an insane version that clips to your socks, but that is for lunatics. If you wanted, you could also use one of these clips to hold up thigh-highs.
These do a great job of smoothing and narrowing the waist area by keeping your shirt from bunching there.
Sleeve garters: usually metal, leather, elastic, or silk. These are usually worn with button-down shirts to adjust where your cuff falls on the wrist or hand. They're properly worn on the upper arm, and you pull the fabric of the sleeve above the garter until you cuff is where you want it. Because this creates a puff of sleeve at the bicep, it also broadens the appearance of the shoulders. It's great if you're working with your hands or if your sleeves are often too long for your preference.
Waistband clip or belt adjustment clip/buttons
Three different ways of tightening the waistband of a pair of pants or a skirt. You're not going to get more than an inch or so tighter without weird bunching, and for most of these you'd want them to be hidden under a shirt or jacket, but they do the job if that's something you're having issues with.
Collar pins: There are so many fun ones out there, both with and without chains. They're not terribly practical, though the slight weight may help keep your collar where you want it. Also consider collar tips, which pin (surprise) to the very tips of your collar points.
Sweater clips/guards: meant to hold your sweater or cardigan mostly closed. Great if your cardigan doesn't button, or if you don't like it to be buttoned all the way.
There's tons of other stuff out there like this--etsy is a great place to find this stuff. A lot of these are old solutions to the very modern problem of mass-maufactured clothes not being as one-size-fits-all as advertised, but they're also a fun way to put a bit of personality into businesswear.
“No matter how attractive a person’s potential may be, you have to date their reality.”
— Mandy Hale
If my soul touches you and it happens to burn you I'm not to blame... it was you who lit it on fire
I swear to you on cottage cheese and tobacco
If the people rule in poetry, so will they rule in politics and that's the goal of the century! To hell with the aristocracy!
My dear buddy,
My soul, my bastard,
My golden mouthed saintly friend,
My rowdy brother,
My lovable dummy,
If you want to see a dead Pegasus, look no further than me
I am trying to learn to smile nicely ( he did not succeed)
My dear friend, you better side of my soul
I will never forgive you for NOT writing the address on the envelope yourself. A woman's handwriting... and a black seal... dear god, the devil took him! he worked himself to death writing poems, he died! ... and then i opened your letter... Never do this again. Only use black seal vax on your death, and even then, still write the address yourself!
I'm reading (your work) for the sixth time. It's really a horrible thing. I'll need to read it again to understand just how awful it is!
Sincerely, your friend whose balls are itching
It's really good that your sore throat is gone, I can finally strangle you
Leave the dedication! Veselényi is a great man but he's still a Lord, and a poet should never dedicate ANYTHING to a Lord
I'm hugging you a 1000000000000 times!