sadness with a reason calls for expression and creativity and cleverness but sadness with no reason makes your brain feel like it’s buzzing with nothing like an aggressive kind of nothing like a white noise stopping higher thought
Having a fetish for ‘strong women’ does not make a man a feminist.
[ sideeyes 95% of dude subs ever ]
being too into that tough strong girl bullshit is always so transparent to me, comically so because even dudes who aren’t otherwise assholes sometimes have giant blinders on about it, as if fetishizing a specific type of woman is totally okay as long as she’s “strong”. at least the ones who fetishize weakness don’t think they’re being fucking progressive and periodically pat themselves on the back for it.
also this always makes me like, extra grossed out because fetishizing this very specific type of strength shits on other kinds of strength and reinforces all the same like, strong female character bullshit ugh vomit “if you’re not a violent functional alcoholic who is charmingly closed-off and hates dresses/the color pink/emotions/things that are ‘for girls’, you’re weak and inferior and SUPER boring” vomit vomit vomit
so that was dramatic
but the thing is, i’m not freaking out at the prospect of solving a difficult problem. i’m freaking out because i feel CERTAIN that it is 100% unsolveable. it just is. feels. is. those two things are functionally the same.
oh fuck oh fuck my netbook won’t charge. it’s just sitting there plugged into the wall with a slightly dimmed screen reflecting the fact that the battery is slowly depleting despite how it’s PLUGGED INTO THE WALL why doesn’t it know it’s plugged into the wall? the charger likely isn’t the issue, it’s in fine condition and no change of position has any impact. i really really believe right now that things were going too well, and so life decided to take away my computer so i wouldn’t do something stupid like worry less or breathe out. like a reminder. i don’t believe believe but i panic-terror-believe it is broken forever now, fuck.
i’m an elf queen and a good hostess and flame princess and a baby cat
and a giant mess and a success story and a frightened child and also an actual fucking genius
it’s all weird and great and i’m alright with it which is worth a lot
"I identify with her because she has breasts and so do I"
this is a thing i said during a roleplay-esque board game and it involved breast-cupping gestures and just, i really like myself right now