You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.
ALSO, Y’KNOW, credit to her for still gratuitously saddling me with this “the world is horrible and will rob you of everything you love” shit now that we’re somewhere around the half-year mark of “I’ve probably developed an anxiety disorder”
Once every few months when the topic of anxiety over jobs or making money comes up, my mother will say “I know you don’t like me saying this, but…” and then proceed to tell me that I should marry a rich doctor and work part-time
I cannot fully articulate the fucked-up skeevy feeling I have for the rest of the day upon being reminded that my mother thinks prostituting myself to avoid “forty-hour work weeks for the rest of your life it’s not that much fun” is a viable life option
Actually, prostitution is probably the wrong word
Since I am reasonably certain that johns don’t require prostitutes to pretend to love them and possibly birth their children and share drudging upper-middle class lives with them and generally slowly die inside while compromising their character each day they continue to live the hollow lie that is their life
My dad was sitting beside me on the computer and saw this folder
He asked me if it was a folder filled with ‘erotic fanfiction about homosexuals’
I then proceeded to show him what was in it
He then walked away muttering something about me being pretentious
thank god I have my ‘erotic fanfiction about homosexuals’ in this folder tbh
Always have a decoy
this is either a bad anxiety-depressive thing or a weird flu/food poisoning
either way
I need one of those Japanese heat-up beating-heart people pillows
or a bigger cat
or anti-anxiety meds
or like a DTF booty call but with cuddling
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I Don’t Care If You’re Offended by Scott Madin (via fillingthespaces) SO RELEVANT to something I”m putting together right now…. (via flutterflyinvasion) |







