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congratulations on your little achievements that most people wouldn’t even consider achievements. you’re still making progress even if it’s little by little.
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I love saying “of course” instead of “you’re welcome,” like of course I’m helping you that’s what I do, you were foolish to even consider an alternate dimension in which I’m not helping you. you idiot. you absolute buffoon.
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the main problem with this time of year is the irresistible urge to get fully into bed at like 5:34 pm and outside is like yesss, yesss do it, it's what you deserve yesss. like is it depression or is it just november
Hearing about red one “flopping” in theaters is so interesting considering when I first saw the trailer my immediate thought was I’d actually be interested in watching this on a streaming service. But as soon as I saw it was a theater release I was like guess I’ll wait till next Christmas when it’s on streaming. My anxiety keeps me from going to theaters often but I love a theater experience when it truly feels like it could be an experience. I thought it was like a whole thing that Christmas movie theater releases are a huge gamble. But I’ve seen a good majority of Christmas movies getting theater releases this year.
In my opinion though streaming is like the perfect place for holiday releases. People associate Christmas movies with curling up cozy on the couch with hot chocolate. It’s no surprise to me that Netflix has started pumping out Christmas movies almost just as much as hallmark. I know going to the movies during Christmas is actually a common thing and is actually a lot of people’s tradition. But I feel like that’s not even for Christmas movies particularly. Like wicked is clearly set up to be the big holiday release this year. Just like how Harry Potter was for many years, Or how the last Spider-Man movie was.
This is so incoherent I’m just rambling.
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One day sooner or later I’m gonna decide to rewatch all of supernatural from the beginning. And that’s a day we should all be worried about. I stopped watching it during like season 12 and I know I won’t ever finish it unless I start all the way over from the beginning.
Had a full depressive mental breakdown on Wednesday. Was fully crying out for my dad who passed in 2021. Which I haven’t done it quite some time. I hate how quickly these depressive episodes come. Even though I can always feel them creeping up. But I still get surprised every time. I was so happy on Monday then one person says the wrong thing and my world comes crashing down around me.
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Anonymous asked:
It feels a little bit weird to be doing my little chores and my little job and my hobbies but I also don’t know what else to do…are you also feeling this?
yes, but you have to remember that the world is going to keep turning. like even on the most awful day of trump’s first term we still went to work or school, brushed our teeth, did our chores. it’s all we can do!
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We’re going to hear a lot of stupid bullshit over the next few days/months/years about how Harris/the Democrats failed to win over men, or young people, or uneducated voters, or those worried about the economy, or whatever….but the truth is this: this country hates women and minorities; its citizens understand fuck all about the economy; and the people are incredibly susceptible to outright lies, scams and fascist values
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I feel like trump looking likely to beat a more competent and qualified female candidate twice, both being the only times a woman has been a nominated presidential candidate, is a real blow to the psyche for all women and girls in the U.S.. It seems to deliver a message of "no matter how put-together, professional, and smart you are, you will always lose to the dumbest, loudest man in the room."
Hopefully I die soon and I can just live the rest of eternity in peace with my dad. Nobody gives a shit about anything and I have nothing to look forward to in my life. I’ve been a failure and have done nothing with my life and people constantly remind me of that. My disability is getting more difficult to cope with as I get older. And I can’t ask for help or complain because people think I’m just being dramatic and lazy. My life is a shallow pit of nothing and I get reminded of that every time I do or look at anything. I just want this pain to be over. I don’t want to disappoint myself anymore than I already have. I’m going nowhere and at this point I just want to be with my dad already. I’m a blip and I make life more difficult for everyone around me.
Dumbass relatives (my oldest brother) testing me on election night not knowing that my fluoxetine is hanging on by a thread right now.
People who get mad at people for starting to celebrate the Christmas season on November 1st are so boring. Maybe you need to start celebrating Halloween/autumn early. Halloween season is from September 1st - October 31st. Christmas season is from November 1st to December 31st. Exactly two months for each. Fuck thanksgiving. People who say “we haven’t even had thanksgiving yet” are losers. Who’s genuinely giving a crap about thanksgiving anytime before the week of it. Especially considering the fact that the thing it’s celebrating should not be celebrated.
having a uterus SUCKS man bc all day you'll be feeling the "hey bestie check your pants 😃 check it right now 😃 you might be getting your period 😃 hey bestie i think youre bleeding 😃" and then when you check if you got your period and your body is like WRONG ❌️ its The Slime
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This is the best idea in the history of film.
This will probably sound overdramatic but it genuinely feels like I got a part of my girlhood ripped out of my hands. After holding onto it so tight for years without even realizing it. And now I’m fighting, grabbing, screaming, and kicking for it to be given back. But I loosened my grip for one second too long and it got snatched away just as I was realizing how much I needed that part of me forever. And now I lay with a hole in the middle of my girlhood safety blanket. It was woven with love of all the things that made my youth who she was. How can something that was such a big part of your world that made you who you are cease to exist so quickly? Why is that allowed? Now I mourn for that girl also. The one who truly believed she was the lucky one, the one who’s teen idols would live forever and a day. But the days came and went and now she’s left in a daze with the eternal thought… Maybe if I would’ve held on tighter.
As if parasocial love could save a life.