one voice for many

There’s an emotion only unlocked when you live in a house with multiple stories. I call it “the stair emotion” and it’s when you realize the object you need is on the other side of yet another trip up and down those goddamn stairs. It’s the closest I get to transcending the desire for material goods. Maybe I don’t need that notebook. Maybe I don’t need anything.

happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate

Sometimes you log on to tumblr dot com and see your beloved mutuals thirsting over unrisen sourdough men and you have to say a very very quiet ‘pass’ to yourself and let it go because inevitably the flat circle of time will bring around your turn to go gaga over some butterface dude or bug eyed girl and you must know that your beloved mutuals are saying a quiet ‘pass’ to themselves and leaving you to your moment of insanity in peace.

In situations like this, I feel like it's extremely unlikely that the executive cares one way or another; he's just trying to "big dog" you; and if you push back, he'll big dog you all the harder.

Bestie it is impossible to ignore the amount of blankets you use at first I assumed this was a meme and those were the layers of the crust of the earth

I actually have 4 more blankets I sometimes add but I didn't want to make my blanket number look excessive

Are you okay

The results are inconclusive on that.

For the record, since making this post I was diagnosed with autism and my blanket situation is documented in the diagnosis write-up. So there's that.