curly haired friend is me and also my son

i thought kombucha was supposed to be slimy but also ew

i got blocked by at least one person for reblogging them but lbr i do not regret it at all

i honestly just....of all the shows

OF ALL THE SHOWS

…i am genuinely angry with how true this is.

right?!??! i powered through (total time inthe office yesterday: 7:30 am-6:30 pm, but there was a meeting and it took me a bit to get out of lunch break brain) and today? today! no fucking word!!! I submitted everything and closed otu and not a single fucking follow up!!!!!!!! (i am beginning to suspect the deadlines i hold myself to are not the deadlines everyone else does but when i flippantly told her i would finish it tuesday, damnit i finished it tuesday!)

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i have the exact lifestyle i literally dreamed...

not in a petty way, but what you share on tumbly abt your life is super enviable!

haha i honestly understand and its exactly why i tried to downplay my general lifestyle and no constantly post abot what i do and how i live because im kind of self conscious that people assume i tailoring for social media but i stopped doing that so much because this is legit just my life and my tumblr is my sloppiest face because ill be candid about my rough times. im like, fully aware its pretty obnoxious to a lot of people probably but like literally up until 5 years ago my life was defined by trauma and late teen/early 20s addictions and illnesses that i dont even really going into detail on here because its something i try to shake but will on shakier days reference or make jokes about, and its only recently that ive been able to heal and stabilize and like try to build a life i can be proud of and i didnt do it alone at all but im just generally appreciative and in awe of the turn my life took and @stenka-razin was a huge source of support and change in ways im really not able to express but yeah like

im really fucking lucky, and it still gets rough sometimes because i am a human being and have a pretty fucked up brain like, physically, but so much of my childhood and supposed care free age years were ripped from me and im trying really hard to build the life that i want, that makes me happy, without comparing where i am to others. im still trying to build an identity and sense of self and im still grinding a lot but i have a really, for lack of a better word, blessed life and as my man vonnegut says: “ I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is” and ive been doing a hell of a lot of that in the pst couple years