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.
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Rainy days 🌊🪷💧
gonna start posting some older pieces here too~
i have a lot of backlog that i’ve posted on other social media but not here yet
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"I remember you." ♥︎
Happy 7th anniversary Breath of the Wild ♥︎♥︎♥︎
I've played each title of this beloved franchise since the NES area, and this particular chapter just blew me away. It somehow made me re-experience this overwhelming feeling of freedom, wonder and mystery I felt booting the original NES game a child, trying to find my way through Hyrule Kingdom and discovering it's secrets.
also **** I LOVE THESE TWO DORKS SO MUCH!!!!! ( and their friends too)
Cheers!
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Honestly, when anime onlys say they don’t like or even hate Kabru I sort of understand it. The anime doesn’t have his full story yet and it doesn’t really do him justice. Before I read the manga I actually didn’t like him either. I went through like 5 stages to get to being a Kabru lover lmao it was like a whole process like this:
Stage 1: Who is that?
Stage 2: I don’t like him.
Stage 3: Actually, this guy is chill.
Stage 4: I like him, but I don’t like him that much. I only have normal feelings about him. (Denial)
Stage 5: I love him in every way possible. He means so much to me. I dream of cupping his face in my hands, pressing our noses together, looking into his eyes, and kissing him while I run my hands through his hair. I want to trace shapes on his skin. I want to cook him meals. I want to write poems about him. I want to see him flourish. I want to make gorgeous paintings of him on my walls. He makes my heart race. I have over a thousand photos of him saved to my phone. He is all I can think about. I would do his dishes for him. I’d even wash his spoons and his weirdly shaped cups that are difficult to get the wash cloth in and the gross dishes with some food still on them. I love him dearly. I have never felt this way about a man before. He’s such an interesting character and he’s so charming. I’m in love with him.
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