moodboard for when it’s 2020 but you remember how harryron was the pinnacle of the repressed doesn’t-even-know-this-isn’t-friendship pining “i can’t carry it but i can carry you” “i’m with you till the end of the line” “not to me, not if it’s you” “me? i’ll be a knight (your knight)” genre but it got paid dust because it was 2012 and we were all 13 years old and didn’t have our third eyes open
I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
When was the last time you asked permission to go to the bathroom? Would you panic over running two minutes late? Is it normal to be constantly monitored at work, to have everything you do timed to the second? When was the last time you sold something to pay a bill? Do you have to wait to be searched for stolen goods after you work? Have you ever considered DIY dental surgery? Have you gone to work sick because you can’t afford to take unpaid time off? Have you had to supply a doctors note to prove you deserve that unpaid time off? Have you recently overdrawn your checking account, or had all your credit cards declined, or put exactly ten bucks of gas in your car?
Nearly everyone with influence in this country, regardless of political affiliation, is incredibly insulated from how miserable and dehumanizing the daily experience of work has gotten over the past decade or two. Many never had a service job. If I were to give my “in the weeds” poll to everyone with political clout — I’d bet everything I own that only a few would know the waitress definition.
(...) To people with education and influence, “in the weeds” is something academic, about small, unimportant details. It’s the footnotes. It’s something you observe from the outside. To everybody else, “in the weeds” is something you experience. It’s something you feel. It’s your life.”
—Emily Guendelsberger, On The Clock: What Low-Wage Work Did to Me and How It Drives America Insane
I have so many interests but can never start on any of them. Or, I keep starting projects just to abandon them half way through. More contradicting ADHD things (that drive me nuts)
Almost through with the year! I’m planning a fun themed January, I hope you’ll enjoy it! (RSD is fun, right?). Please consider supporting me on patreon if you like my comics :)