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I have no interest in outer space. I couldn’t begin to explain a lightyear. today, I read saturn’s rings are disappearing and couldn’t hold the tears back. every year, another layer of banded dust thins under the sun’s hot breath. even in my ambivalence, even though the planet’s shape is unlikely to change much in the years I’ll live to watch it—however slow nature’s exit, I’ll still ask for one more kiss goodbye.

Fuck a personality test. Which label sticker r u?

Happy mothers day to all the good moms out there! ^-^ and to those of you who, like me, don't have a mom worth celebrating today, just know you aren't alone 🩵 celebrate yourself today- celebrate your healing

Also! Happy mothers day to foster parents, adoptive (officially or unofficially) parents, and all trans or nonbinary parents who wish to be included! You guys are so important, never stop being awesome

I probably shouldn't be friends with someone who constantly has me feeling like this

...right? Or uh... no? What if actually I need to be friends with him? What if I don't actually hate him and I'm just confused? What if I'm actually just becoming an awful judgemental person and that's the only reason I don't like him and I'm just supposed to get over it? Or what if I actually owe him friendship simply because I'm harder to be friends with than most people and therefore I'm indebted to him for even trying??

Okay I think I've come to the conclusion that I just hate his guts. Now.. how to accept this. And also how to stop people pleasing and let him know that I do not like him...

Hmm. Seems impossible, oh well 😔

I have to go to the doctor this weekend (basically the urgent care but not quite) cause a new concerning health problem popped up. so that's fun 🙃

Anyways I hope I'm not dying

Just found out my antidepressant might be the cause of it 💀 istg if they make me stop my antidepressant for this it might be game over. Like I genuinely think it would be safer for me to stay on it even with the side effect that most would consider severe than it would be for me to go off it and be unmedicated for even 2 weeks or like risk getting a new antidepressant that doesn't work or makes me feel worse, like all the other ones I've tried have

my family is fucking addicted to macgyvering and it's becoming a problem. every time something in this house breaks, instead of doing the sensible thing of replacing it or calling someone qualified to fix it, we all group around the offending object with a manic look in our eyes and everyone gets a try at fixing it while being cheered on or ridiculed by the rest.

it's a beautiful bonding activity, but the "creative" fixes have turned our house into a quasihaunted escape room like contraption where everything works, but only in the wonkiest of ways. you need a huge block of iron to turn on the stove. the oven only works if a specific clock is plugged in. the bread machine has a huge wood block just stapled to it that has become foundational to its function. sometimes when you use the toaster the doorbell rings. and that's just the kitchen.

it's all fun and games until you have guests over and you have to lay out the rules of the house like it's a fucking board game. welcome to the beautiful guest room. don't pull out the couch yourself you need a screwdriver for that, and that metal rod makes the lamp work so don't move it. it also made me a terrifying roommate in college, because it makes me think i can fix anything with enough hubris and a drill. you want to call the landlord about a leaky faucet? as if. one time my dad made me install a new power socket because we ran our of extension cords

to the people saying this isn't safe in the tags: my dad has a engineering degree and my brother is a mechanic this is like. state sanctioned macgyvering. safe sane and consensual macgyvering. our house will not burn down. in fact, i think it has made us all better in approaching problems from all angles when they arise, which has served me well in life, especially in high stress situations.

does our hot water switch off every thirty seconds making showers an exiting exercise in counting and resilience? yes. but one time the door of the train toilet broke, trapping me inside, and i went "well i can either succumb to the panic of claustrophobia or do this family-style" and then spent twenty minutes breaking down the lock with my shoelace and the belt i was wearing. so i'll take the cold water any day

Never have I wanted to see inside a stranger's home more

OP lives in a point-and-click adventure game

This is what's actually at the core of redneck culture btw. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise