Lettuce

being honest with myself and returning to solitude for a moment so i can blossom again

a lot of your suffering comes from treating your nature like a problem to manage instead of a design to understand

a cat is a sort of machine that dispenses hair all over you and everything else in the room

charismatic but in the sense that being an absolute freak does interest & compel people

you have to forgive the printer because it's one of the most machine-ass machines we interact with on a day to day basis. that thing says kerchunk. hardly anything says kerchunk these days. you can't get mad at her when she kerchunks up a little.

“Do it scared” “do it alone” are all great tips, but my biggest takeaway from therapy is do it messy. This is especially true if you’re getting out of a burnout, which I experience often. Literally just do it messy. You don’t need to pick the perfect trail to walk, the perfect playlist to listen to, whatever the fuck it is. You don’t need to have a meticulous to do list and wake up at the exact time you planned and drink the exact amount of water you planned to drink. Like the biggest thing for people like me to remember is sometimes it’s okay to do it messy. Put on a random yt workout and just get it done in sweats. Do 5 minutes of a daunting task and go from there. Sometimes just getting up is a win during intense burnouts or depressive funks. Literally just do it messy.

having a body made of meat sucks ass

kill dorothy fuck the lion marry the tin man and i dont care about the other one

if you build “community” around hating other people, just know that the second you step out of line—regardless of your moral uprightness or the hypocrisy on their part—you’re the next person they’re going to tear to pieces.

It's nuts how common it is to not allow children to be angry, even (especially) in households where adults are angry all the time. As a child I knew my own anger was unacceptable--not just expressing it outwardly but feeling it at all. So now as an adult my immediate reaction to my own anger is often to feel guilt instead of like. Noticing when someone is being rude or unfair or my boundaries are being violated or whatever. fucked up.

the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form

i like to think that i am a can of worms you would not like to open

just need a drink. or a cigarette. or perhaps even a sledgehammer to the back of the head

[anxious, concerned] im so fucked. theres so many things about me my friends would hate if they found out about. if anyone knew who i really am id be completely and torally despised [thinks a little harder] But thats fine. Everyone is like this. Its normal actually. Everyone is secretly evil but its not a big deal. Its like chill.

new pronouns: its/isnt