I'm A Symptom of Someone Else's Sickness

i wont rest until im able to try the smack barm pey wet

the sewing machine is like if a horse and an inkjet printer had a child

Actually, you are enough. Even if you don’t work. Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You’re enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you’ll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it’s not the way others existences do.

countries will be like “nooooo our birth rate is falling exponentially and it’s effecting our economy” and immigrants will be like “hey can you let us in so we can boost your economy and fill your empty jobs and raise our children here” and inevitably the country is like “the only thing worse than a large scale collapse of our population is letting foreigners live here”

a while back I reblogged a post pointing out that it's totally reasonable to have a crush on someone and just Not Act On It, Ever, At All, and I cannot stop thinking about the sweet souls in the notes who seemed baffled as to why anyone would ever want to leave a crush unspoken. absolutely fascinating life experience you must be having if that's not a possibility that's ever even cropped up, I have to say. I don't think it's unforgivably naive or anything but it does warrant further study.

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god