Life is fast. You don’t know how fast it is. It’s like being on a roller coaster, and the ride is almost over. This is so fun, I’m scared, it’s almost over.
I’m so fucking annoyed with my bosses and their consistent resistance to paying me for the full amount of time I spend at work 😀 hi guys, the money actually isn’t coming out of your own pockets so WHY DO YOU FUCKING CARE SO MUCH
“Oh also can you stay an extra hour on wednesday?” No, I can’t work outside my regularly scheduled hours because I have school and shifts at my other job. “Can you stay an extra hour today?” NO, I CANNOT WORK OUTSIDE OF MY REGULARLY SCHEDULE HOURS BECAUSE I HAVE SCHOOL AND SHIFTS AT MY OTHER JOB AND FURTHERMORE I’M NOT CONFIDENT THAT YOU WILL PAY ME IN FULL.
I’m so fucking annoyed with my bosses and their consistent resistance to paying me for the full amount of time I spend at work 😀 hi guys, the money actually isn’t coming out of your own pockets so WHY DO YOU FUCKING CARE SO MUCH
I seriously wonder if this man can handle the way my emotions fluctuate. I go FAST, too fast. Is this normal? Am I asking or giving too much? Is this okay? Am I going to be okay?
Apples are such a good high snack, w u t
At the end of a bad day, I want to come home and cry. I want to sit wordlessly in my lover’s lap, without having to put on an expression. I want them to hold my face in their hands. I want them to help me pull my shirt off over my head, kissing my neck and shoulders as we go. I want lots of long pauses where foreheads settle against one another and breaths slow in tandem. Then a deep, synchronized inhale. I want increasing desperation as our bodies come home to each other, frantic for wholeness. I want to be held so closely and so tightly that I don’t feel alone in my body anymore. I want to be reminded that everything is okay. This is not then, this is now. Here, nothing else exists but us and nothing else matters. I want them to make me look them in the eyes as they say it so that I really hear it, all the way down. I want my tears to come easily and without permission, and I want to fall asleep unmoving in my lover’s arms. I would wake up the next day shiny and new, the aches of the previous day forgotten and the hole in my heart filled right up.
repeat after me:
crying is a HEALTHY release of emotion AND a great way to complete the stress cycle
it also grants you a tiger
*nodding sagely* it also grants you a tiger
The tiger is for when it's angry tears, and I'm crying because I'm not allowed to commit violence on the spot.
it’s okay to quit on someone who’s not tryin. you deserve reassurance and communication
Getting high and taking nudes is…. what life is… say it with me: alllllll about
yeah that’s right
there is just something about this one
normalize no-pressure sex where u just practice fucking n learning each other’s body n rhythms n idiosyncrasies n letting each other know what feels good n doesn't while discovering things u didn't know felt so good to u along the way
Sexual themes
Just killed a fly with my eyeball. Sorry dude.
Thinking I might need to restructure one or both of my blogs…
making yourself happy again is the biggest comeback.
Somehow it feels like tumblr is accidentally the perfect social media site, because none of the things that I love about it make sense as features the way we use them. Tags are for organization, but we also use them to have our little thoughts in without raising them to the status of main text. The queue makes sense for keeping a steady stream of Content going if you're trying to Build a Social Media Presence, but really we use it just to bank posts we want to reblog without flooding everyone else's dash. You can't see how many followers anyone else has, which I just have to assume was an oversight because it flies in the face of everything about social media, and it's great because you can never quantify anyone's Influence so everyone's essentially on the same level. There's no way they planned for giffing to become such a Thing, because before tumblr, gifs were practically relics of the early internet days, a novelty, usually kind of tacky, and now they've become a sort of folk art form. You can reblog an entire conversation, not just a single post, so there's a whole genre of humor that exists here that can't really propagate like that on any other social platform. Honestly this website is just a little freak of nature that cannot possibly have been intended, and that's why no media company has been able to figure out what to do with it, because it makes no sense within the larger social media ecosystem. I love it.