Not to be a Boomer but your social media should be your own space, not something employers are allowed to look at to judge you beyond the qualifications stated in your resume and cover letter
I'll tell somebody that I'm really really really tired to the point I can't control if I'm asleep or awake.
"OoOoOh did you stay up too late???" no I went to bed at 9:00 PM, like always.
"So how early did you wake up???" 6:30 AM, like always.
"Did you wake up in the middle of the night?" no. I slept literally the whole time.
"Did you forget to have coffee?" nah I chugged that shit and then some. I have the caffeine tolerance of a horse now.
"Have you tried taking a nap?" Yeah. On the bus, in class, on the bus again, in the cafeteria while waiting for my next class, and I got inspired to write this post because I woke up drooling on the floor of the bathroom and realized I had fallen asleep again.
Please do your best to understand the situations of people with sleep disorders. It's not fun. It's not cool. It's not cute. It actually really hurts and disrupts our lives.
Thank Wil and Neil! I absolutely did send it to all of my weird friends!
never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the man next to me on the train who chatted cheerfully to pass the time when we got delayed. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you
one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method
If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽