I'm not. No I'm not.

maybe i live in a bubble but like how are you in 2025 shamelessly admitting to shopping on shein. are you fucking for real. Are you not horrifically embarrassed?

no one cares??? my rich friend even shops at shein they have cute stuff

I care and I WILL make fun of you publicly for giving your money to a company that is so horrifically unethical to its employees that produces garments that are essentially single use plastic bags that are actively choking out our planet. but no, sorry. they have cute stuff. and i need my microtrend of the week cute stuff right noww for five dollars and i refuse to go acquire a personality or a moral compass elsewhere.

Like we have commodified human connection to a degree where if you go beyond smalltalk you're oversharing and if you talk too deeply about your life you're traumadumping and if you get visibly upset you're manipulative and if you care too much you're codependent and if you want to talk about anything heavy you're expected to go hire a therapist because your friends shouldn't have to deal with that stuff and yet we're all sitting around wondering why so many people are lonely...

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

music is dying because every song has to be about the songwriter now. songwriters used to write about a book they read or a person they saw or a piece of history they know. you think you're interesting enough for all them songs?

Rb if you are an aggressive entitled pedestrian who has no respect for drivers' convenience

truly fitz devastated and heartbroken carrying the fools dead body in his arms and the pale woman telling him i will give you all your dreams if only you come back and fitz thinking “my dream was dead in my arms. i continued to walk” the singular of “my dream” embodied by the fool vs “all your dreams” this one single person being weighted against everything fitz has ever wished and longed for including things he has never acknowledged to himself and being deemed more important, always more important….. the only scene in literature

thinking about how when Fitz 'dies' in the Clerres tunnel he feels so lonely and abandoned even though he know it's irrational. thinking about how he knows ofc they would leave him, they think he's dead. thinking about how he didn't leave Beloved's dead body. Thinking about how he walked across Aslevjal to get the body. just thinking.

using "pack" instead of "chat". pack is this real.

an angel called tinnitus is speaking to me