Holy Schmidt

caesar, seconds away from death: oh fuck, I have to say the most ambiguous thing possible

if nobody got me I know listening to music and creating fake scenarios got me

idk what neurodivergent young adult needs to hear this but you are NOT supposed to give 100% at your job. I've gotten more promotions and raises since I started giving 40-60%, which my evil CEO uncle informed me is what bosses actually expect when they say 110%. My mental health has improved tremendously. I've spent 2 out of 5 workdays secretly writing my novel for the last 2 years and I've never been more respected and appreciated. Also--when you see glaring wasteful errors in the company's operating systems, say absolutely nothing! Embrace inefficiency. It is your friend in this capitalist hellscape.

ok northies this is it. these last five days to the solstice are a motherfucker. everything feels dark and hopeless because the sun's fucked off. but you MUST. i cannot stress enough you MUST hang on until the 21st. the light will come back

ever since I was little I knew I wanted to dedicate my formative years to imagining fictional scenarios

Yes, I've reblogged this before. It's soothing, and I need soothing right now.