not to be naive but it still shocks me when people are so apathetic and cruel towards others like .. you’re literally rotting on the inside … , hope you feel better soon ?
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I’m no longer interested in pain. it doesn’t inspire me, it doesn’t motivate me, I don’t think it’s a beautiful thing. I’ve spent too long making suffering a part of my personality
how hard is it to apologize, work towards not doing the stuff that created the necessity for the apology and accept the fact that some people might never forgive you?
this isnt a callout culture thing this is a “you have to accept the responsibility of your actions as a human being” thing
I am way too soft to casually date lmao like I wanna cook you dinner and snuggle and go on trips and hikes and surprise you with your favorite things and be your best friend and hold your hand all the time not wait 1.75 hours for a text back
Nothing feels better than a clean body, in a clean room, with a lit candle
i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because:
- i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live
- most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person
- im not a pissbaby
my white friends that have reblogged this give me life
4. Sometimes I am a shitty white person and the jokes remind me to FUCKIN STOP
If ur white and like this post I fux with u
^absolutely
5. It’s hard to be offended when white people jokes involve bland food/tourist dads in socks and sandals/white girls in yoga pants obsessed with pumpkin spice/suburban PTA moms and other harmless and mostly true stereotypes while jokes about POC involve them being called thugs/criminals/slurs/uneducated/illegal immigrants.
i fucks with u heavy if ur white and you reblog this
6. They’re usually really fucking funny and don’t perpetuate stereotypes that will ever affect me economically, politically, or cause me any true harm, let alone create risks that “justify” my murder and/or death
Waits for my white mutuals to reblog😌
yesyesyesyes
7. I still don’t know how to season chicken
8. the dancing thing is right i can’t dance for shit
No one ever teaches you how to mourn your health. You just realize one day that it’s gone, and you are not the same as you were before. Most days, it’s all right, but then something happens: you can’t go to dinner with your family because you’re nauseous, you can’t go hiking because fatigue and pain. You can’t you can’t you can’t, and then it hits you: you are irreversibly changed.
“Ohhh, Woah,, I Want A Monster Boyfriend,,,, I Want To Date,,, An Eldritch Monstrosity,,” some of you freak out at the concept of finding a fat person attractive so excuse me for being a little skeptical
really wanna live in a peaceful seaside ghibli town with ambiguous european architecture and bakeries and maybe a field right outside of town where i can have picnics with the love of my life tbh
no one wants to hear it but love is earned after the initial infatuation. commitment is something u both mutually agree to and then from there it’s work. it’s not work like it’s a chore it’s jus work like it takes effort. to get good at these things takes practice. it takes practice to learn to communicate better and it takes practice to learn to love each other in the ways u need to be loved.
