stop letting miserable people on the internet convince you that you must have a concrete, well-constructed opinion on everything that has ever existed.
A long time ago I took a course on the sociology of marriage and my professor said “With compromise, you both lose. As a couple, you must collaborate on the best possible outcome.” Ever since, I never prioritize compromise in a relationship, only collaboration.
“all that matters is that u tried ur best”
me: *instantly flashes back to every moment i procrastinated and wasted*
me: ha hah haahah…… ….. yeah…….. my best……. that is the thing i totally did
googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much
Be willing to try!
Things to say to abusers to block their attacks/lies/gaslighting/manipulation
This decision will affect me more than you, so I get to decide.
It’s not your call.
I think it’s been enough of me suffering the consequences of your decisions.
I’m not obliged to answer those questions.
You don’t have the right to say that to me.
Stop lying.
Not even you believe that.
We both know the truth.
Now why would you say such a thing to me?
That is not a thing you should be saying to someone you pretend to love.
You saying it over and over again doesn’t make it true.
You know you’re lying.
Sounds like whatever is convenient to you is always the truth huh?
You don’t have the right to demand this information.
Would it kill you to stop talking to me in this manner?
Is it hard to not insult people around you?
Who do you think you’re talking to?
We’re going to talk when you can adress me as a person.
Based on your track record, you don’t seem to know me that well.
And you know this because?
Oh yeah you really, really took in all the evidence before making that claim.
You expect me to believe that?
Evidently you’re too much of a liar to be taken seriously.
How about we focus on what you did wrong for a change?
Don’t expect forgiveness from me.
(I understand you can’t get away with most of this most of the time but here’s to dreaming)
THINGS I NEED TO FUCKING KNOW: Why every fuckin trans man or nb person I know who binds is like “oh binders are the worst, you can’t breathe in them, I know someone who broke a rib once”,
And meanwhile over in historical costuming, we are fucking eating, sleeping, swordfighting, riding horses, and feeling great like this:
(credit: Jenny La Flamme, The Tudor Tailor, Verdaera)
Like is there NO overlap between people who want to bind and people who care about accurate 16th century clothing reconstruction techniques?
(I, okay, maybe it is kind of a niche interest, but…. REALLY? Anyone who’s made a boned binder, PLS SPEAK TO ME)
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Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.
St. Augustine of Hippo
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