When I'm depressed, like I am now, sometimes just taking the step by step moments to take care of self in devotion to the gods makes it a little easier. After changing clothes, brushing my hair (which I was dreading) and walking across the street to the post office briefly, I do feel a bit more put together. They're there for you, they really are.
I hope everyone has a decent day today <3
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was just dreaming n was granted a prophetic vision of white blonde boy in white dress and pink lingerie so I'd say it's looking up for me in the future
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i thank god -- no, i thank ALL GODS, from all religions, from all mythologies, even from the absurd modern ones like the flying spaghetti monster -- for MAKING THAT PERSON/THING NOT CUTE/ADORBS/HANDSOME/PRETTY ANYMORE AND FREED ME FROM MY EARTHLY BONDS
me rn:
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Cannot overstate how much that spongebob scene that went
Somsone: "spongebob you look like a girl"
Spongebob: "am I a pretty girl?"
Like was such a legit game changer for me as a kid
I remember that family and grownups and other kids at school would tell me in a sort of mean-spirited way "you look/sound/act/dress/talk like a boy" and I'd just be like
"Am I a pretty boy?"
There were other unexpected things that came from that long-term I think but that'sprobably where it started being fun
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simon telling the guys he's got a girl to go home to post op and johnny's gobsmacked because him??
his simon? with a sweet thing?? that isn't repelled by his very existence??? he's gotta meet you! (he's also mildly upset that the rest of them are single. or is it jealousy that the man he's gotten himself off to is finally taken?)
it takes a little (a lot) of cajoling to at least show johnny a picture and when simon hands him his cracked phone, johnny whistles low and murmurs out a pretty lass.
and you do look pretty. you look pretty from the side as you're washing dishes, even with the gaudy yellow gloves covering up to your elbows. you're so pretty from the back as you're bent over, carefully basting the chicken you're baking. you even look pretty fuzzy, the camera blurring your features while zoomed in.
there's even a video of you but johnny doesn't overstep. he knows better. he waits for simon's go ahead, and once he gives the almost imperceptible nod, johnny quickly presses play.
the room is dim, the television casting a soft glow upon your face. your legs are folded beneath you, your gaze fixed on whatever it is you're watching, your hand reaching for the bowl of popcorn on the nightstand.
"ken wha' she's watchin'?"
"i dunno, but she's been into nature documentaries as of late."
johnny hums softly and the video comes to an end.
"yer a lucky man, LT."
simon doesn't say anything.
(and neither does johnny. not about the grilles of the window in every picture nor the quiet chirping of crickets and even quieter crunching of leaves in the video.)
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Stephanie, clearly upset: I just spent $30 at the grocery store and all I got was eggs, mayonnaise, fruit, and pop.
Tim: Oh so prices have gone down, that’s good.
Stephanie: …. I really hate you sometimes, Tim. Really hate you.
Tim: Isn’t $30 for all that cheap?
Stephanie, calling Jason: I need an immediate extraction I’m about to kill Tim.
Jason: … And you need the extraction, why?
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