Genuinely loved the experience of being at camp for the first time and seeing all the companions with their tits out like they're all gonna go clubbin or some shit
Then there’s Gale
Who's just. So utterly swagless that his clothes smell like dusty old books. My man doesn't give a fuck about the drip he's getting his ass ready for bed
It's not like I want to spend the rest of my life grieving all my losses.
What am I supposed to do?
I'm not anorexic so I can't become a sex addict (to avoid my pain)
and I don't have money so I can't be a drug addict (to avoid my pain)
I don't have self-esteem or the skills to manage my emotions so I can't seem to change my behaviors (to heal my pain).
If I knew how to make everything just right for you because I myself was perfect, you wouldn't have left me (abandoning me to a world of chaos and pain with which I am ill-equipped to handle on my own).
All we ever did was criticize each other for being flawed. We're both great at observation. Shit at helping people.
Still, I wish you had helped me and that I could help you.
when the “10 tips on how to make showering easy for disabled people” list doesn’t include a shower chair or a shower/changing table or grab bars etc, i know they don’t care about us physically disabled people.
good for u that turning off the lights and lighting a scented candle instead and listening to music or put on a show and using a bath bomb etc etc helps u but like none of those tips are that beneficial for physically disabled ppl specifically.
it’s good that those tips are there but for once we’d love to be included.
no idea if it's my hormones, what I've seen in the news lately, the weight of living the past few years, or just because it's Judi Dench...but this impromptu performance really made me cry for a good ten minutes, no kidding.