gone fishing

me and the persistent phantom guilt that clings to my aura like wet laundry

Talking to friends with inept parents is crazy. No wonder they’re like this if their parents kept fumbling

“I’m having trouble adapting to my adult responsibilities” well no wonder, nobody raised you 😭😭😭

Hot tip for future parents: you actually have to guide your kid to adulthood. Feeding them and waiting for them to grow up is not enough since they are not house plants. A little more thought and care is required.

God damn it

we need to be doing everything in our power to acquire and consume tiramisu

calling out for my mom in a moment of extreme pain and terror, but taking an aside to explain to the audience that i mean i want the concept of a mother as caregiver and protector to defend and rescue me rather than my literal mom, whose presence would neither bring me comfort nor improve the situation

it’s fucking wild because one day you’re like i guess i’m not dying tragically young and you go to the store and you buy dental floss, ingredients for soup, and a bath mat

Accepting that maybe even the best version of you would be hated by some people can really set you free like life doesn't have to be making other people comfortable or being the most lovable and fair person in the universe like actually the satisfaction you seek is beyond judgment and lies within your own interests and desires fr

"you don't owe anyone anything" You are a tar pit. Speak for yourself. I personally owe the cafe employees my dishes put away and my friends a listening ear and small scared insects a cup and a gentle trip outside. Hyperindividualism is a rancid infection borne of capitalism and willfully misinterpreted therapyspeak and I will defy it by continuing to be kind regardless of whether or not it benefits me personally

*does five minutes of work* ok now i deserve a three week break. No consequences please 👍

shoutout to that underlying sense of unease that’s made a home in my bones