not to be in my early 20s but i feel like i’m going insane. i’m not making enough money, there will never be enough money. i feel out of control but the only ways to exert control are to get a piercing, a tattoo, cut my hair, dye my hair, or buy something. i want to change my wardrobe but i have no money. i don’t need to be throwing all of my clothes away. i want to be a minimalist. i can only find myself through having stuff. nothing i do matters. i am constantly under surveillance. i am behind on my book goal but i have never stopped reading. life is going too fast and too slow. nothing feels enough. everything is too much. nothing feels like it matches my desired gender presentation but everything feels So Much
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It continues to give me the warm fuzzies that basically every person at work has said they'll miss me. And it's not really utility, even if I'm useful; I am not in a critical position. There are many people who can do the things I do, even if the majority are less experienced. I'm not management, or a lynchpin, just a long-time worker bee.
But people like me, and I just handled a Crisis Situation well enough that the AD took the time to personally thank me, and my manager was like 'not only am I willing to be a reference you can use my personal phone number if that's easier' and even some of the newest additions said they're going to miss me on desk, and I just.
I love my job and my coworkers and it's really nice that the people there know it and love me back.
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when you read a fic that makes you feel a little bit (read: a lot) insane and while writing down a quote because it has made you feral you realise you read one of their other fics years ago and it made you feel insane in a much more chill way because it was before some of the most changing and not great years of your life and it just so happens its hitting that niche again but now in a way that shatters you to your core because 2 years ago you would not have related quite so hard to the words 'they haunt me' 'that is often what kindness feels like' and 'he feels like a child. He feels too old for his bones' but now you're much older than the 2 years and it's 1am and a fucking zukka fanfic author has reached into your chest personally in different ways with different fics 2 years apart on 2 different ao3 accounts (for me) and you're wondering what life even is at this point
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not @ my mother deciding the fucking ALDI’S PARKING LOT would be the best time to casually—not even looking at me while she did it—drop the question “so are you going by ace now.”
not @ her less than an hr later telling me my fucking aunt who i trusted outed me to her. not even out of malice but out of excitement??? apparently???? i feel like i have no right to be pissed but also every right to be pissed.
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Kinda love that almost all my friends have some sort of theme when I dream about them
Roo: weird/intense shit happens but he always gets me out of the situation and takes charge
Fabian: we literally just go camping. Or go on car rides. Things are calm, we are in nature, all is well
Oliver: he sleeps. I may put a blanket on him. Or I bring him something to eat
Magnus: he's just doing the usual, doing a lil dance, wearing odd hats, smiling a lot
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