☀️ why is buying little things in public so hard? like the cashier lady doesn’t care in the slightest that I’ve purchased bread and a teether blanket but I feel like I am being judged through my soul and she knows what I am
that moment of sheer panic when u order something on a 'pay later' credit scheme thing where it just takes like. three payments of an amount and you're done only it's a lot of money and it doesnt tell you if anywhere whether it took it out all in one go or it's doing the thing you told it to do and your bank is taking forever to update listen i just need a new bed
this shit was second hand when i bought it seven years ago!!
I haven't written anything more than a few sentences in almost a year and a half (wtf where did the time go?), then I get my jatp fanfest assignment and immediately write several paragraphs. The muse is an odd thing indeed.
Okay, I've just pitched an idea for an audio drama/fiction podcast to a bunch of peeps and I'm going to go lie down because that's all my energy gone for the day.
Truly astounding that i still get the came-out-late Lesbian Anxiety from time to time
“What if the other lesbians don’t like me or don’t think that I’m like, really one of them”
Girl you have BEEN to the dyke bars. You have ORGANIZED the lesbian potluck. You have a COMPLEX AND UNSPOKEN DYNAMIC with the checkout girl at the spice shop. You BOUGHT A PICKUP TRUCK from a girl who you frequently drove over two hours to go see. You ADORE your fellow lesbians and you EXPLODE when you see them in the wild.
if god were real id have a beautiful job that involved me getting paid enough to live independently and also let me work hybrid and also i enjoyed it or at least it wasn’t a horribly toxic environment that eroded my soul slowly but i felt trapped in because job hunting isn’t going good and also i need money to live. do you hear me god.
If every waking moment is gonna feel like I have finals tomorrow for the rest of my life then tell me now so I can do what needs to be done (jump off my roof)