#I just feel stupid

[sanatomis]

nevermind, gonna continue being a loser who cares way too much about a fictional character.

i just wonder what it was all for ?? not confirming gojo’s death was necessary for what ?? to keep in readers until the very end ?? yeah, okay, fair, but why add in so many signs that he might be coming back then ?? the clock at 2:21 when gojo came back from the prison realm in chapter 221, showing shoko and megumi at tsumiki’s grave but not gojo’s, the whole conversation with nanami about north and south, the “i hope this isn’t a dream” line and then chapter 270 being called “end of a dream” ?? it all feels on purpose and mean and so unnecessary, i understand keeping the suspense there but there is no need to give people hope when you knew from the start that there wasn’t any.

[jacuzziwaters]

Sometimes people need to shut up and by people I mean me.

[melit0n]

"On sunny days I go out walking, I end up on a tree-lined street, I look up at the gaps of sunlight; I miss you more than anything."

[scyaxe]

misread my class schedule, thought my class started at 11, not 2, so i went home to work on homework. While home i forgot it started at 2 and thought i remembered it starting at 3. it's now 2:45 and i'm not in class. On the first day. Which might be an automatic withdrawal.

[enbyplant]

can't sleep bc all i can think about is my stupid old job and how they laid me off literally the week before i was supposed to have surgery and also earlier that same week they assured my department "don't worry, there will always be work for you guys, we won't let you go" and then!!!!!

like they said its bc they're "in a slow period" but ??? idk im just sad mostly bc i loved that job and i was actually good at it and im angry i feel like they fooled me. it was just supposed to be a temp job but they kept me and only 2 other ppl and i was a full employee and i rly thought i would work there for years. and now I have to start all over again and its hard and it sucks

[breadmp3]

i hate when im talking and can feel that the person in front of me is not listening so i rephrase what im saying in a thousand ways till they finally react and even when they do its not the reaction im looking for

[tiarnanabhfainni]

every single time israel fires on people picking up food or humanitarian aid it truly cuts me to the core. obviously it's equally horrible to fire on civilians escaping the invasion or to bomb hospitals or refugee camps or people just living in their own homes. but there's something so brutal about hitting people right when they have gathered for life-saving aid. by firing on them there the IOF have set up an impossible dilemma where starving people have to choose between death by bullet or death by hunger. they have left no room for palestinians to choose life. i do not know how my government or any other government can just sit by and watch while innocent people continue to be gunned down for the crime of existing in israel's eyeline.

[notbecauseofvictories]

I don't know how strictly accurate this is, but one of the things I find shocking about watching historical dramas is how many people there are around all the time---according to Madame de... (1953) a well-off French household in the Belle Epoque maintains a workforce of at least 3, and the glittering opera has staff just to open doors. According to Shogun (2024) you can expect a deep bench just to mind your household, and again, people who exist to open doors.

Could people....not open doors in the past? Were doors tricky, before the standardization of hinges? Because otherwise, the wealthy used to pay a whole bunch of people to do it for them in multiple contexts, and I find myself baffled.

[inkskinned]

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

[ccsario]

feeling fucking stupid 2day

[seraphimsinful]

Im so exhausted of myself. Truly why am i here

[dumbkiwi]

see now im just pissed

[skellydun]

who wants to lay on top of me like a weighted blanket and fix me

[linktoo-doodles]

patchwork

[watch-my-cosmic-death]

I saw my little sister earlier, she was out with her mum and for some strange reason her mum didn’t look at me at all. It was so fucking weird- she just spoke with my brother. And because my little sister doesn’t really remember me- she just spoke with him too. So I just stood there like an idiot with my mum. It made me feel like shit. I get that it’s my fault but her mum had no reason to act that way towards me. I didn’t do anything.

[densewentz]

a quick silly sketch based off my earlier post about the Cat King having a mistaken identity crisis when Edwin and Co. don't recognize him in his new cat form post-esther