i think fat girls should walk around in crop tops booty shorts buzzcuts dyed hair piercings no bra killing and maiming all who stand in their way with weapons before sitting down for some yummy ice cream and so forth. it's the only way.

”there’s no glory in suffering” and “sometimes the effort is the point” are two ideas that co-exist but god damn if I can ever tell when’s the time for which

i love you archival work. i love you alphabetizing. i love you sorting. i love you reshelving. i love you document restoration. i love you shelf reading. i love you inventorying. i love you analysis. i love you archival work.

i really wish we could all just stop this weird facade that mental health is taken seriously just because there might be more conversation about depression than there was 20 years ago. as soon as you’re unable to work or maintain relationships or mask effectively enough you might as well be a joke. even to people who say they understand it