Hi I haven’t really been here in like a year or maybe longer? Life is hard. No guarantees I’ll be back consistently. Literally don’t even know if anyone cares lol. But today I felt alone, like I used to feel when I was a teenager and depressed and now I’m an adult and life is even harder? So maybe having somewhere to mindlessly spill my thoughts and share things that make me think or feel some type of way, whether that’s feeling happy or sad or alive, isn’t such a bad idea. Idk. Feel free to stick around. Or don’t. It will continue to be a shitshow with shitblogging either way.
“It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone. Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.”
Hate diet culture so much bitches will b like “don’t eat processed carbs they’re so bad for you” like and??? So what?? God did not give us grain and stone to grind it with for no reason. Bread is inevitable. Bread is food for the heart and the soul. U think I’m gonna give that up in pursuit of instagram fitness?? U think I’m gonna deny myself the simple pleasure of toast with jam so I can endlessly chase an ever-shifting standard of beauty that ultimately means nothing? In 20 years I will no longer be beautiful and in 60 my body will be vacant food for other, smaller creatures. But the taste of fresh bread? Of homemade donuts and still-warm pie? I will carry the taste on my tongue into whatever follows this life. So like. Stop telling me I should diet lmao. I’m not abt to martyr myself just to get a man to look at me.
i think about the part in letterkenny where wayne kicks that skid in the ass often enough that i know it’s not on youtube, so i saved it myself to watch when i’m having a bad day, enjoy
reasons i love wayne from letterkenny, in no particular order
his entire character is a full frontal assault on every ‘good ol’ boy’ stereotype
sure, he has 1 outfit (plaid shirt + jeans), military hair, and a permanent scowl
but he also has zero fucks to give about wearing things other people find dorky, like turtlenecks, because they are functional
and he doesn’t need a belt because he buys pants that fit thank you
and said pants fit VERY well indeed
also his plaid shirt has snaps instead of buttons as if he sometimes moonlights as a stripper
instead of the strong silent type he’s a strong hyper-verbal type, in that he can and will speak long convoluted paragraphs when provoked
he had really long eyelashes and it miffs him somewhat that his two male farmhands never noticed or complimented them
violently feminist. dislikes his sister’s boyfriends because they are dumb hockey himbos, not because there’s TWO of them. his sister fights on HIS behalf as well as the other way around.
asks his sister’s permission to fight on their property during a party she organized, like a Spartan who needs his wife to nod her approval
he once decided not to be friends with a guy after learning he didn’t tip their waitress in the place where they were drinking
is often prissier than your maiden aunty
politely ignores everyone who hits on him, regardless of whether it’s the ultra-horny female bartender, the ultra-camp male Christian pastor, or the most desirable girl in town.