I don’t want to be rich, I just want to be comfy.
Want to have one really nice set of plates and silverware for company and Thanksgiving.
Want to be able to buy a new outfit and a good bra at least a couple times a year.
Want to be able to give “just because” gifts.
Want to burn incense and candles in my home daily, and have nice soaps.
Want to be able to donate to charity frequently and without worry.
Want to buy hardcover books to read and put on a shelf for my kids to read someday.
Want to have candies in bowls for people who visit.
Want to be able to take my young siblings and cousins to a movie and let them get the big popcorn they won’t finish, because there’s magic in just having it.
Want to have a linen closet or at least a linen shelf.
Want to go see live local theater several times a year.
Want to have a bottle of wine or champagne in the house for when I suddenly need to celebrate.
Want to have a kitchen with basic baking supplies so I can bake bread on the weekend, and pies for special occasions.
I just want to be comfy.
That is my definition of ‘wealth’, as contrasted with ‘excess’. As my mother in law put it – if I can see a little something in a store that I know a friend would love, and just BUY it for them without having to worry about whether I can afford it in the budget, that means I’m well off. And that? That is what I want.
For everyone.
Everyone.
relatable…
a message to young people;
when you start understanding how unfair the world is, and adults around you shrug it all off and tell you ‘thats the way it is’ ‘thats how its gotta be’ and you get very very mad and just wish everything was on fire?
thats valid
And they’re lying to you. It doesn’t have to be that way at all, they’re just too lazy to fix anything.
Are they’ve given in. They’ve been beaten down and accepted it. Maybe don’t take the word of the people who lost the fight.
Relationships get so bananas when you start deciphering the other person’s love language.
Like I thought I was just acquaintances with this person because they never told me details about themselves and we just talked movies and writing . But then they made time to have coffee with me and they showed up out of breath because they ran. Like. RAN to be on time for coffee with me?
And I was like “i don’t mind waiting” cause I never want to run
But they said they wanted every minute they could get because I’m so busy usually
Which is when it clicked that I didn’t get how much they considered me a friend because I just straight away didn’t see MY signs of affection in them and went “cool! Casual buds it is.” But now that I’m seeing their signs of affection, I feel a little silly for dismissing them like that even though I felt like we could be best bros.
Anyway, some people show affection through time or intensity or commitment and not vocally. I really have to remember that!
Fyi- just in case you didn’t know.
TOUCH got a bro that likes to give high fives? Back slaps? Are they a hugger? Do they not blink an eye at cuddles?
QUALITY TIME this bro will (as op stated) sprint to spend every minute possible with you. Every second that you guys are together is a declaration of affection.
WORDS does your bro tell you how amazing and great and fantastic and wonderful you are all the time? Guess what…?
GIFTS do they buy you coffee? Snacks, energy drinks, spot you at the restaurant? Did that one key chain removed you of them? Ding ding!
ACTS are they always doing things for you? Ie: Nah bro, I got this, I can do that, need me to get anything for you, I can help with…?
PRO TIP - The way people show love is often how they receive love as well.
I reblogged this recently but it got better and ive been thinking and learning a lot abt love languages so
my favorite Millennial Thing™ is when a group of us are standing around and talking and someone asks a question that no one knows the answer to and suddenly it’s a race to get out your phone and google it and be the first to know, and then someone starts reading the Wikipedia article about the thing aloud to everyone else, and what started as a casual conversation is now A Learning Opportunity and we all walk away a little more knowledgeable about a random topic
Like, Boomers hate when we do that, but I think it’s one of the best things about us.
So long as we have internet or a cell signal, all of the world’s collective knowledge is at our fingertips, and damned if we aren’t going to use it.
My dad always get mad when I do this. He’s always like “We didn’t need to know.” That makes no sense to me. Why would that make me ignore my ability to learn something? I don’t always *need* to know but that doesn’t mean I’m going to pass up an opportunity to learn something new.
Why carry a supercomputer around in your pocket if you’re not gonna use it?
happy 5th birthday, pacific rim!! (july 12, 2013)
Coming back into the void of Tumblr to rant
Because it’s been stressing me out to the point of tears a few dozen times in the past 30 hours or so.
After having to push back my graduation date yet another semester because of the hectic hours (I’m talking at worst 30-40+ unpaid hours per week, when my contract set 10 as the max) I had to pull at the <theatre I interned at last fall>, I not only found out yesterday that I’m not eligible for a summer grant that I desperately needed because I didn’t complete enough credits last fall (the class I failed bc of that fucking internship is the one I have to retake), BUT now I may have to wait until THIS fall to graduate.
Lessons learned:
- Set your boundaries sooner than later,
- Say no to doing more than you know you can handle,
- Know when to leave an unprofessional/toxic environment (no matter how many friends you think your protecting),
- Fuck that (for-profit!!!!!!) community theatre in particular, and its continued exploitation of volunteers and their trust and labor.
Anyone have 3000 dollars lying around?
sometimes i scroll through stephen king’s twitter and i’m never disappointed
me to my DoC (Date of Color): can I say I hate white people or are you one of Those
“show positivity for all shows!” nah I’m gonna be hella salty that a musical with only one line of spoken dialogue and music encompassing over five different genres lost fucking Best Score to the yearly obligatory pop rock score musical
great comet showing everyone how the fuck it’s done but did anyone expect otherwise?
wow can u believe denée benton won the tony for best actress!!!
in 19th century russia we are salty we are salty
71st annual tony awards? don’t know her
I cannot imagine a more smug and aggravating man than a person who makes a children’s movie with a message of “fuck you, children.”
Those little leather skull caps… oh, you mean the ones that got people killed? “Yeah, let’s reminisce on when toxic masculinity killed us, the good old days before those entitled millenials wanted to live rather than die over a pig balloon.”
griffin mcelroy’s reaction to cars 3 is…mega mood
I’d say this looks like a trainwreck, but I think a car crash would be more appropriate