some of y’all still can’t recognize the differences between platonic, romantic, sexual, mentor-student, and familial relationships, both in fiction and reality, and it really shows
You’re allowed to eat.
You’re allowed to be lazy.
You’re allowed to take breaks.
You’re allowed to say no.
You’re allowed to take care of yourself.
You’re allowed to live for yourself.
fun fact about me is that when i was a kid id write capital E's with as many of those little horizontal lines as possible and id call them ladder E's and adults fucking hated them
i know people are calling picrews cringe and all but i can not hate the simple joy of making and dressing up a little cartoon person and then looking at it and going “it’s me! :D”
mom was describing a tattoo a girl once took her to a back bedroom to show her, which was a fishing pole low on her pelvis with a line and hook that descended into her bush where a small clownfish hid amongst the hair. and that’s just. that’s a goal. and the ultimate freedom from obligation, like “gah I would shave but it would ruin my very good joke, what are you gonna do, I gotta make sure there’s foliage for my little clownfish to hide in”
then mom finished telling me this and looked off for a moment. “my god,” she said. “she was flirting with me. fuck. goddamn it.”