I once was at a religious gathering with my parents (none of us are religeus but our grandparents who where with us are). The priest there said behind the back of my cousin who has an autoimmune disease that she deserved it as recompense for some grand plan (this is a hindu temple so past lives or godly forms or some other bullshit excuse). We own the temple so he was fired imeadeatly, but in the moment there were some temple goers who agreed with him, and my dad turned to me and we shared a communal moment of "lets get out of here" so we left with some excuse and drove off.
yes. just yes
biege, ochre, and everything mediocre
As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'
I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'
It just kills me when writers create franchises where like 95% of the speaking roles are male, then get morally offended that all of the popular ships are gay. It’s like, what did they expect?
Not as bad but as what you went through but once at my gradmothers house I was painting and I left my art book on the table to go take a piss. It was open but only on the page I was working on. My grandmother flipped through it, found some art I did of jumping off a building that I painted when I was suicidal, and called me out at the lunch table in front of the family.
I had to take a piss test for a job I got hired at today, and this is the name of the fuckin company that makes the tests
Yeah this is a common and painful misconception
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.
executive dysfunction is legitimately physically uncomfortable. i’ll be trapped between two things, weirdly caught on how-much-time-it-might-take-me. i take hours worried im going to take hours doing things. i’ll sit on the floor for the entire day, caught up in the middle of not-doing the chores i actually do want to be doing.
& the amount of mental energy that goes into it. & the legitimate amount of anger and discomfort and self-hate. is not “being lazy”. it’d be a lot less work if i didn’t have to fight myself to just get up and do it.
i just need you to understand it’s not effortless. it’s never effortless. it’s not “okay let me just get up and finally start doing this.” it’s more like. i am slamming my foot on the pedal but the car is in neutral and nothing is moving. it’s more like shouting instructions into a dying telephone. it’s more like being trapped in a small electric box, and someone who hates me is administering shocks.
im trying. im trying. please help me get up.