I think what’s very interesting abut America is the lack of balconies like I remember visiting my uncles and aunts in Greece and how balcony space wasn’t even given a thought, bc it would going to be there. all the fresh air it provides is so amazing. I hate not having bacony space most of all.
people who think they know me when we’ve never had even a single conversation entertain me
yesterday someone at work mentioned that some snacks of theirs keeps going missing and I was like “that’s weird I’m sorry that’s happening” and she just went off on why her missing snacks are unacceptable. I was just listening to her bc she sounded upset. I shared it with one of my genuine friends at work and she said the reason that that lady told me that was bc she thought I took it & essentially she’s been talking shit & wanting to confront me about it lol. So I sent that lady (who doesn’t even work in my department) a message that was like “hey I heard you’ve been wanting to ask me if I was the one that took your snacks. I’m not, since I wouldn’t eat that shit if it was free, but the next time you have a question, please feel free to be an adult and ask me what you mean instead of venting to me. Anyways good luck with finding your snacks.” And now I’m waiting for her response when she gets in to work, because no one is going to put shit on my name especially when it comes to tasteless snacks lol
It’s curious to me how comfortable people are being completely shitty people and only when confronted with general public disapproval do they want to pretend they’ve secretly been good people with trauma <3 all along, as though we all haven’t lived through our own circles of hell to make it to another morning each day
decided to watch the Cecil Hotel thing on Netflix and literally the first thing I see is that tumblr is the platform of choice for this girl
Tell me a coffee drink to try at Starbucks in the comments but it has to have low carbs 😳😘
I remember in school, teachers would be like: “what would your ancient Job be?” when we were studying history and I’d be like “oracle of Delphi or energy healer priestess” and they’ve be like “no you have to choose something real” but I always Knew.
Two people at work have just suddenly lost their fathers and I’ve become the team’s unofficially guidance counselor for Sudden Loss apparently, like oh my god.
people will walk up to me like and worryingly be like “are you ok” excuse me I just crawled up from a well and I’m LAMENTING, can I have a FEW minutes and an EXTRA large iced coffee damn
averaging 4 hours of sleep a night while knowing that a good nights rest is a critical part of the same skincare routine I am consumed by maintaining
I understand that it’s juvenile but I’m working on the believing that I think like. you can be really successful in life without necessarily being rich, without necessarily having a laundry list of achievements. Without necessarily having acronyms or prefixes. like … you can very successful even without these measures in place. Im trying to define success as a series of kindnesses, as something profoundly quiet rather than resoundingly loud. something like how the planets move without needing your permission. success as a poem rather than a novel.
I feel like the same understanding and advocacy we extend now to Britney Spears we need to include the former child stars like Lindsay Lohan and Amanda Bynes in. Especially the breakdowns of child actors who were almost always exposed to predatory Hollywood directors with no form of protection.
articles are like “3 ways millennials are ruining their finances”
1. being born during the end of capitalism’s capacity to function
2. being born poor during the end of capitalisms’s ability to function
3. avocado toast
i think sometimes we go to hate because it’s the closest thing we have that resembles the intensity of love, like how if you close your eyes and imagine the heat of a volcano but touch ice cold water it feels like it’s burning instead of freezing.
