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Hypergamy Advice?
You have to take control and start living your life
In my mind, it’s incredibly hard to be successful in hypergamy if you’re not actively leveling up your own life first. I’ve spoken about this before, but when I decided to take my gap years between high school and college, I asked my dad what I should be doing in the interim. We had discussed me not beginning university immediately in the past, but I think this conversation really made him realize how set I was on taking some time to take care of myself and figure out my future.
His response to my decision was sitting me down, telling me that not being in school wasn’t an option unless I had a plan, had thought about it clearly, was actively engaging in things to better myself, and still planned on getting a degree. I got a full-time job in a field I loved and moved to a larger city. I traveled, I bettered my body and my mind, I focused on learning good coping skills and emotional regulation, I put everything I’d learned to use, and I started university feeling like I was in an absolutely amazing place.
This shouldn’t be a controversial opinion, but you cannot just wait around for a man. No woman should be wasting away waiting for a man to choose her and whisk her away to a magical life. If you’re not in school, you should be working on yourself and working at a job. If you’re self-employed and plan on staying self-employed, then you should be focusing on building your business, and if you don’t know what to do, you should be focusing on your strengths, finding your weaknesses, and finding something to stick with.
It’s very hard to rise up if you’re not actively engaged in bettering yourself, and, as a rule, you should want more for yourself. Whether it be a traditional education, learning how to run a successful company, working on your mind and body, gathering the tools to educate yourself, traveling, or working, you need to take charge of your own life and be actively invested in it. I also would caution you against changing your plans or putting your life on hold for any man; if you’re set on seeing your goals through, you’ll find that the right man will fit in nicely with your plans. You’re living for yourself; make good choices and spend your time well.
You must be willing to work hard to better yourself and your situation
#richarlotte x#hypergamy#leveling up advice#leveling up tips#hypergamy advice#hypergamy tips#hypergamous heaux#hypergamous woman#black women in leisure#black women in luxury#leveled up black woman#spoiled black women#black femininity#hypergamous mindset#hypergamyblr#hypergamy journey#hypergamous lifestyle#hypergamous#leveling up journey#leveled up mindset#leveling up#becoming an it girl#becoming her#becoming that girl#it girl journey#high society advice#high society tips#social climbing#spoiled heaux#heaux tips
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Ok actually
Solarpunks/embroiderers of Tumblr
Howmst does one Start
Like I have a little kit but I have no idea how one would do a project after I finish with this Kit nor do I know what’s considered good for a Beginner to start on
#out of queue#ani rambles#anis embroidery journey#im looking at the diagram for loop stitch and I have NO CLUE what the FUCK how the FUCK it works HELLO????#like the other 2 ok thsts simple enough but loop stitch??? HUH????#i have another kit I bought for cheap back at the house but I’ll finish this little one first#one of my problems with learning crafts is I always wanna do a Big Cool Project but know I don’t have the skills for it#but also know I absolutely don’t wanna futz around with Boring Other Smaller Projects I Wouldn’t Want#but I need those projects to build up to what I wanna do#but I wanna get better at not immediately going big and psyching mtself out of the craft altogether#like I know I’m not ready to embroider directly on beloved shirts or make fun long lasting patches but#what do I do. in the interim. to get there#is there like a lil tutorial i should do or smth
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its so funny (annoying) how one day im capable of writing like 4k words in one sitting and then the next day i struggle to get out 100. like this all comes from THE SAME BRAIN. maybe it goes on strike from time to time idk. i should check with the neurons union.
#rlly like#im so fucking excited to get to the next part of nsi but i CANT WRITE IT YET#because i have to get through this part first#but for some reason it's just not clicking#maybe i need to go back and outline more idk#but thats also the problem bc i. dont know what i want to happen in this little interim before they're reunited#i mean i do but like#should there be more than what i planned initially#??#kinda want arthur to struggle more in finding oscar again ejcjjf#too nervous and shy to ask someone to listen to my half formed ramblings as i bounce spaghetti off the wall or however you say it#caspost#aaagh ok back to the drawingboard a little bit
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okay. reblog this post and say in the tags how long a train ride has to be for you to consider it a "long" train ride. bc i consider 2 hours short and my roommate just called 34 minutes long
#im going insane. what do you mean it's so hard for your friend to get here#also i know i could have made a poll but i wasn't sure how to format it. interims of 20 minutes? half hours?#avi speaks
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It's so nice to have this tiny little selection of WIPs to prioritize. Really helps me to keep my focus where it should be.
Wait, what's this?
IT'S A LONG-ABANDONED WIP WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!
#so two days ago i was looking back at some of my stories i like and thinking that they were all garbage#well then yesterday (actually at 3 am shh don't tell) i was looking at some things i liked less and found that they were surprisingly good#(my imagination kicked in during the interim and supplied some really nice mental movies that made the stories come alive)#and guys that arateph princess and the pea retelling has me going feral#both povs have fantastic conflicts#the fairy tale gets to tie in perfectly with the politics and philosophy issues in this world#and now i really really want to get to the core of this story and try to figure out how to finish it#because there's a ton of thematic and internal things happening#but how to realistically tie it in with the need for action is logistically difficult#i've got at least three threads here and the 'assassination attempt' thing is the most concrete possibility but also the hardest to fit in#i may just have to open a new doc and rubber-duck it to see if something comes together#incidentally the fact that this kind of thing regularly happens with my backlog of seasonally-specific ideas is why i rarely finish anythin#ah well what do you do?#adventures in writing
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@absolut--kurant!
#ryzhik dove#i hoped he would come back this morning - and there he is!!!#ryzhik dove says hello after a long absence))#he's molting his headfeathers and looks a bit scruffy at the moment but that's him and his bold red eyes alright 😁#i last saw him in the midsummer with his big flock and he went away for a while i was getting quite worried about him#they do seem to flit back and forth depending on their needs or if there's some kind of disturbance in the neighbourhood#but yesterday and this morning he turned up well and i was very glad to see him#and i knew you would be too 💖💖💖💖💖#please enjoy my dearest!#also next week is when i'm eligible to put in a claim for a potentially lost package and i will be doing so#for some reason RM has no way to check the specific whereabouts of a package other than to wait 6~ weeks and make a claim (???)#i hope this will give us more answers if in the interim the parcel does not magically find its way to you 🤪#it's a good thing i keep every proof of postage and notes on what i put inside everything i send hahaha#we will get to the bottom of this) thinking of you my friend 🌻🌻🌻#dove#pigeon#birds#cute
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#Meme#Shitpost#The Stanley Parable#WPTSP#I decided to replay the Detonation ending to see if he had any change in dialogue if I just chilled near the main controls lol#He didn't - but he Did have something to say about me replaying this specific ending so#That was fun#There's a lot of things I've forgotten in the interim hehe ♪ The shock didn't last long but it was fun while it did <3#I do like the image of Stanley just patiently and calmly making his way to this point and then plopping down on the catwalk haha#I did have to annoy him with the Broom Closet a couple times first though hehe He deserves it#Little guy :)#And with that I think I'm done for the moment - I got all the endings I could recall and test through without spending four hours on one end#I like the Art ending but I never intend to get it haha#But I think I got all the rest! Even Heaven! :D Fun fun#I dunno why I saved all the heavy ones for tonight heck - even though I know them they still make me a bit uneasy#Especially the Apartment ending ahh I still remember being freaked out the first time I saw that one#Makes me want to replay the original HL mod hehe - what became the Museum ending is so different!#And also the device used to haul Stanley around haha#Temptinggg#Anyway happy almost 4/27 here :3c#WPVG
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the "also sick" comment isn't like "btw I'm SICK, how dare you not know" it's me saying I'm sick like how 2/3 of my roommates are
but like I'm so;;;; it feels so rich that L is like wtf do you want from me about me not replying for 45 minutes when I had to beg his gf over hours and hours of texts every so often to not force me to sit in unwiped shit after my surgery bc she had openly told me she just didn't rly feel like setting up the attachable bidet after telling me for weeks she would, and I never ever got a reply from her or L ever acknowledging that they were wide awake hanging out and laughing while I was like stuck in bed barely able to move begging for follow through on a commitment they made in advance and i eventually had to spend over $100 to hire someone to come out the next day and do it for me and I had to hold my shit for hours lmfao
like L is sooooo great at couching things in flawless tumblr wellness speak but only to talk about how valid they are for not showing up for you and how fucked up it is that you MIGHT ever have a moment where you can't be 100% there w them. like idk what to tell you I've been laying in bed with a sore throat and cough and fever passing out and waking up to roll over in buckets of sweat like the rest of the house. I do genuinely get being annoyed by a lack of response but it's also right back to this whole thing about Always assuming I'm mad at them which is legit one of the only things that actually makes me mad fjdkddhk like bro I do not THINK about you when you're not acting like I'm a bomb about to blow (also, as an aside -- we all take turns buying TP and it's usually me who does it like it's not out of pocket for me to say hey you are the One person who is out of the house already rn, can you get this on your way bc None of the bathrooms have back up rolls and one is totally out and I had to text our sickest roommate telling her to use the bidet and drip dry like.... "am I the first person you asked" yes bc you are the person who makes the most sense dumbfuck. I'm not being "overly needy" toward you or whatever jfc)
they literally told me at one point that the reason they're so scared of me is that my face is "triggering" for them when I'm angry or not feeling good and puts them "back in a really bad place" they have seen my face angry literally 3 times and each time it was on my way back to my room to decompress and each time I said nothing to them other than that I was in a bad mood and I was going to go to my room. I didn't yell either I just said it normal. like I genuinely feel gaslit here like I'm this horrifying monster of a man when it's like dude sometimes people are mad I don't know what YOU want from ME!! I do all my venting here where they can't ever see it even tho we've blocked each other, I censor their name like anyone even knows who they are, I isolate to chill out and it's literally been less than a handful of times like should I fling myself from the roof??????? would that fix it???
I literally know it's bc I'm a man too. none of this was like this until my facial hair came in more and it got crazy worse after I got top surgery and they're so so vocal about how much they despise men and think men should all fuck off and die and there's only a handful of acceptable men that they've personally vetted. despite them pretty clearly having a trans woman fetish bc they only date or look at porn of trans women and they do the whole step on me mommy thing about it even tho their gf has complained like. lmfao you're just a baby te//rf even tho you ID as trans masc yourself. like that's all this even is. I'm a big (5'3") scary (spent the whole weekend w my coworkers asking if I was 12) man who's obviously going to snap and kill you all bc sometimes I *checks writing on hand* get frustrated and go lay down about it
#pond.txt#and again i'm not EVEN mad rn (well. obviously i am *now*) i was SLEEPING like fhekdjdkddjl bro let me live i'm SORRY#should i whip myself should i kiss your feet my lord and savior jc. should i fall upon my sword for you.#is my t dick too big and scary to live together does it cast shadows in the hallways that frighten you HDKSDHKDDHDK#all the time i wish wish wish there was some way for me to move out early without me fucking myself financially#but i'd be on the hook for $11.400 and i do NOT have that to drop dhskddhhfj and i would need to pay that PLUS buy a car#it was so night and day the difference in my mood when i was on my work trip tho. even when i had moments of like feeling down on that trip#it was so fleeting and so like. well I'll do what i need to so i can care for myself#whether that was staying in my room and getting some sleep or rallying and being like hey @ self you're making shit up about no one liking#with no proof so let's get back downstairs and hang out w someone new and prove ourselves wrong.#life felt so bright and happy and it was so easy to talk to strangers and laugh and just let loose and like myself#even on a 13 hr travel day i was like taking notes on mental health things in my journal and reflecting and feeling so positive about makin#changes like not letting excuses stop me from going out and living my life even in this interim period between moves#and then i got back home and was like oh right. this place that makes me miserable with people who openly dislike me. great lmao#my plan is still to try to not let myself get in my own way of living life bc if i can get out & meet people it'll keep me away from here.#ANYWAY!!! *eats cough drops like candy*
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Tell me you have gastroparesis without telling me you have gastroparesis: I am eating salted lime jelly while cooking my soup of the week. Semi-liquids ftw.
#ups and downs of chronic illness#gastrointestinal fuckery#gastroparesis#my gastroparesis is like moderate grade but my symptoms are relately managed#I’m usually getting all I need nutritionally I just suffer occasionally#I’m lucky that my reflux is well managed on meds that I’ll be on forever#I ran out of them over Easter which was bit of a palava#but nice to know they do their job!#I seem to be in bit of a flare atm#I think because I recently got my covid booster shot and my body had a tough time with it#not as bad as I could have been but still not fun#anyway I’m standing at the stove starting my soup thinking this’ll take a while I should eat something in the interim#when what do I see but the lime jelly I made recently#also it’s jelly not jello fight me americans#I love aeroplane jelly#aeroplane jelly for meeeeeeeee#also the salt is bc it tastes nice as a counterpoint to the sweetness. but also pots high sodium diet shenanigans#gotta get my salt where ever I can
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once again feeling gross about jason tonight...
#get HIM fucked out kiss HIM until he's dizzy and stupid#you can always tell when interim season is close because i start being active on here instead of doing what im meant to#sweetaurore#jay my heart
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in which medic returns from sick leave and is suspicious of the fate of his interim replacement (this is a fic i wrote purely because i and @chiropteracupola thought it would be extremely funny)
contracts being as they were with tf industries, vacations weren't so much requested as they were foisted upon oneself after grievous injury. in medic's unfortunate case, a sudden and nasty bout of pneumonia the medigun simply wasn't cut out to handle had whacked him upside the head one otherwise average week in july, and after passing out from the exertion—drenched in sweat beneath his coat, genuinely slick with the stuff—on the battlefield, a menacingly plain envelope stamped with the seal of the administrator landed itself on his desk, requesting in a way that was really demanding that he make himself scarce until he was fit for duty again.
medic had no argument, and packed his bags as soon as he was able to pry his burning face off the cool metal table.
he had been gone for longer than he wanted. what he had anticipated to be a few days' absence at most stretched into almost a month, bedridden and aching in a cheap hostel a few towns over (teufort, obviously, was hardly an option, what with the entire infrastructure operating almost exclusively on flagrant osha violations and the townspeople's penchant for hangings). it was hardly the most ideal of circumstances, but he recovered all the same, slowly but surely, chomping at the bit to return to the dustbowl and his most loyal patients. medic hoped his teammates missed him; he liked to think he provided a valuable service to RED and that the men around him agreed. after all, his skills were unparalleled. the poor fellows must have been miserable without him.
the day he was set to return to the quarry, he phoned ahead to miss pauling's private number he'd stolen from one of spy's personnel files to let her know he was coming—ignoring her sputtering disbelief in the process—and threw his belongings into a small deerskin suitcase, saluting the hostel owner with his fingers crossed behind his back.
during his unintended sick leave, little had changed. of course, it had only been a month or so, but after residing in the quarry almost four years with no interruption, a month felt like an eternity. he half expected the place to be burned to the ground, and to see it still standing was some sort of miracle, to be sure. straightening his back, medic buttoned his coat and strode inside.
miss pauling was there to greet him at the door, smile the widest he'd ever seen it. just beyond the foyer, the rest of the team stood in perfect alignment, similarly amiable expressions on their faces. while medic was glad to be appreciated, such behavior was wildly unsettling from a group of men whose primary off-shift occupation was ignoring each other or shouting. even sniper was looking at him with a strange fondness.
with a hesitant wave, medic greeted them quietly. "hello?"
"medic, hi!" miss pauling cried, rushing forward. "so glad to see you, can i take your bag? to your lab, right?"
"i— okay." in but an instant, medic's suitcase was snatched out of his hand and miss pauling was marching him down the corridor toward the medbay, gleeful demeanor never wavering. her knuckles were nearly white around the handle. their teammates followed like a silent parade, a welcoming entourage medic was beginning to grow incredibly suspicious of.
"quite the reception here today," he said lightly, peering through the cracked doors that lined the hall. "is everything alright?"
"yeah, 'course, everything's good, why would you even say something like that?" scout piped up from behind him, gesticulating wildly. "we're all super here, doc, absolutely nothin' to see, i can tell ya that."
so something was absolutely wrong.
trying to lighten the mood, medic did his best to crack a joke. "did someone die while i was gone?"
rather pointedly, no one responded. miss pauling simply looped her arm under his elbow and steered him off toward the lab, flinging the door open for him like an enthusiastic chauffeur.
medic was delighted to see that, even with an interim replacement having taken up residence in his quarters, the medbay was just as he had left it, in all its chaotic organization that really only he could understand properly. piles of papers were strewn about on every available surface, his pens tossed into a cup on his desk, and archimedes fluttered down from his rafter perch to settle upon his shoulder.
idly scratching at his beloved bird's chest, medic looked around the office, noting one unusual item out of place.
a metal carrying case sat upon one of the stacks of documents like a paperweight, clean and shining under the fluorescent light. medic was certain this case was not his, and pointed at it with a questioning cock of the head.
"go on, open it," miss pauling said, and the others nodded in vigorous agreement.
he approached the case with some level of consternation, bordering on dread. it was a high quality thing, with well-oiled hinges and a nicely sprung lock. simple etchings decorated the lid, with faint initials scrawled into the center. under the glare, medic couldn't quite make them out, but he reached for the clasp all the same.
inside, pristine medical tools reflected his illness-haggard face back at him; scalpels, syringes, a small saw, scissors, and pins of all sizes were arrayed on a deep red velvet backing, beautiful as any he had ever seen. the blades were sharpened to a wicked edge, and medic could only imagine the ease with which they would cut through skin and tissue and... whatever else he needed them to cut through.
they were lovely, and presumably worth a small fortune, and absolutely, fantastically out of place.
turning to his team, medic fought with equally strong emotions of gratitude and confusion.
"what... how... where did you get these?"
"happy birthday, fella," sniper said, by way of what he probably meant to be an explanation that didn't actually answer anything at all.
medic frowned. "my birthday isn't for several months."
"yeah, well, we just wanted to let ya know how much we appreciated ya. for all the work you do. cutting us open, sticking birds in our chests—" as he spoke, scout counted off items on his bandaged fingers, and medic noted a faint spattering of blood on the gauze, "—and really just bein' an all around pal."
"...really."
"yup!" miss pauling interjected, sidling over to the rest of the team. "really, you've just been such an excellent addition to RED's roster, we wanted to show you how much you meant to us and the administrator."
pursing his lips, medic gently shooed archimedes from his shoulder, closing the lid of the case. "i... see. and you are sure everything is fine?"
"fine and dandy." from near the back of the small hoard crowding his doorway, engineer piped up with a double thumbs-up for emphasis. "right as rain, and all that."
"of course." medic paused, considering the oddly untouched state of his office. "how was my replacement?"
"oh, him? he was— he was good," miss pauling said a little too loudly, waving her hand in what was almost certainly meant to be a dismissive gesture that instead nearly succeeded in clocking pyro across the jaw. "a real gentleman, that one, barely made any trouble for us. and, just, like. reeeeally good at medicine." the grin that stretched across her face was so full of perfectly white teeth medic swore he would go blind.
everything about this situation was suspect, medic knew this, but he also wasn't sure how to get to the bottom of it without discovering more than he actually wanted to know. so instead, he flashed a smile of his own, flashing a loose wave.
"well. thank you all for this gift," he said, eyeing the case warily, "and this... warm return, but i really must get to unpacking. science to be done, and all of that."
"sure, sure, gotcha." ushering everyone out of the room, miss pauling was nodding so hard medic half thought her head was liable to snap off. "great having you back, medic. love ya."
and with that, the team was gone, and medic was left alone.
the first thing he did was inspect the contents of his desk. much of it was just how he remembered it, but hidden amongst his stacks of medical histories and experimental notes, he found a fabric binder stuffed to the brim with papers. the binder, much like the case, was definitely not his, and...
was that blood?
the corner of the binder, though the cloth was a deep green to begin with, was suspiciously darker, soaked through with something that smelled vaguely of copper. upon opening it, the papers contained within boasted the same smears of blood. large passages of text were haphazardly blocked out with what appeared to be a permanent marker. as he flipped through, medic marveled at the thoroughness of the covering up; he could make out very little, aside from the barely-there presence of a name typed up on a page of letterhead.
plucking the page out of its place, medic held it up against the case, tipping it away from the bulbs.
g.h. was etched into the case, and the paper, where it was legible, read "gre—" before it dissolved into inky blood.
well, medic thought, gingerly placing the letterhead into his trashcan, that answered a great many questions.
all that was left was to find where the carnage ended.
medic peeked through the glass in the lab's door, ensuring the halls were empty, before slinking across the tile floor to the one of the rooms they had passed on the way in.
it was a storage room that frequently doubled as a secondary site for engineer's less than high priority experiments, and droplets of blood were clearly visible on the linoleum just outside. when he pushed the door inward, yet more appeared, in streams and smears across the floor. medic followed the trail with his eyes, all the way up to a monstrous machine the size of a small bus. silver and aluminum and copper twinkled in the darkness, lit only where the light from the hall bypassed medic's silhouette and touched the metal. the plating gleamed, obviously freshly cleaned.
as medic examined the nature of the contraption, his gaze was drawn to all manner of pistons and conveyor belts and rotating drums covered in vicious looking spikes. it was, all in all, designed to kill a person extremely efficiently and impersonally, which meant it could only have been engineer's work.
the dissonance between the gore-streaked floor and the spotless machinery was almost poetic, medic supposed.
"ah well. auf wiedersehn," he murmured, resting a gloved hand on one of the plates with an air of solemnity, before exiting the storeroom and pulling the door closed behind him. whoever his replacement was, it was obvious he was lost to the ages now.
but hey, at least he got some sweet new medical equipment out of the deal.
#in which medic discovers his team has fucking mangled a man#inspired by me and em going 'hey what if doctor gregory house was medic's interim replacement and the team ripped him apart'#based of course on the results of the sawbones-showdown poll#so basically. this is what happens when medic discovers his team has fucking murdered gregory house#this is not meant to be taken at All seriously#team murder! gregory house is also there! fuck him! get in the contraption!!#anyway. hope you like this emothy shjshjs#radio free junebug#do i maintag this#honestly why not#team fortress 2#medic#captain's logbook
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it's fun when you're asked at work to make a really detailed list of your accomplishments. like yeah okay here's 3 pages written about how good i am, sure. yall are HAPPY to have me and i'll make sure of it!!
#it's for mid-year performance review in april#but since we all know i No Longer Have a Supervisor#i get to write a big thing to talk myself up and tell all my accomplishments so that the interim supervisor#knows what on earth i was doing when i was with my old supervisor#it does make u feel good about yourself though#like oh yeah i did do that last year didnt i?
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okay, i have to make a vow to not let myself work on my wip fic until i've gotten through my irl to-do list this weekend
this is my vow!!!! ✨
#i cannot believe how obsessed i am with this writing project#it's been like the main thing i've been doing all day for this entire month and i am still obsessed with it#WHAT HAVE I BECOME#but yeah i need to be a responsible person real quick and maybe if i vow to do so in public i'll stick to it#will return to the sweet arms of my google doc when i get my life in order!#(fortunately i have a few complete chapters that can probably be posted in the interim)#dollsome's deep thoughts#i keep thinking it's done but then my brain goes 'hey but what about THIS'#and i'm like 'good god brain! you're right!'#so that's been fun :P
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Ok I’m caught up on red valley where the FUCK is my BOY
#actually did enjoy these two episodes cause I do like how the show does dialogue and it’s fun to see what’s happened in the interim#but again. I don’t care about Clive#and I feel like this is answering questions that I wasn’t really asking at the end of last season#I get not wanting to just do exposition in like. a Bryony and Warren ‘here’s what happened while you were asleep’ convo#but still could’ve been snappier
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my f*cking God he's done it again!!!!!!
#ben howard#is it?#RADIATION OF THE CHERENKOV KIND!!!!!!!!#I'D WAIT FOREVER IF THEY GAVE ME ENOUGH TIME!!!!!!!!#just got through with listening to the full album and holy f*ck. holy f*ck#Days of Lantana. Moonraker. Richmond Avenue. Spirit.#those are my top four off of this come hell or high water every other song fits somewhere in between#do not get me started on how wild Interim of Sense is musically but it works. somehow it f*cking works i don't understand#Total Eclipse is so eerily unnerving as an interlude and still so beautiful to listen to#and the absolute genius that is having Walking Backwards fade out and lead into DOL??????? hello???????#honorable mention to Life in the Time and Little Plant but uh. DOL is that bitch. i listened to the promo snippet so many times#i started crying when the intro started#i don't know what he put in that song but it is quite possibly the best thing he's written lyrically#Rookery's poetic equivalent from Whiteout on this album even. f*cking insane he is#MAYBE IN A RARE WIND!!!!!!!! MAYBE IN A MONTH OF SUNDAYS!!!!!!!!#MAYBE IN A WAR I'D STILL READ THE WRONG SIGNS!!!!!!!!#anyway this is your cue to get your ass on Spotify/YouTube/whatever the f*ck you use to listen to music#and stream this immediately. literally immediately what are you doing why haven't you heard this man yet
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September is either gonna be the break i need or it'll break me
#we're moving offices and the new one isnt ready yet but we need to be out of our current office by september#and i still dont know whats happening with me#so. i might have a break. i might need to find another job for that time#cause it could be a few months before our new office is ready.#im thinking of maybe trying to stream more and do commissions and stuff to make some money#i hope i know whats going on soon so i can make plans#i really dont want to look for another job in the interim i hate job hunting no one evrr hires me and rhen i have to get used to a whole new#place. and#thats.hard#i was thinking it wasnt worth seeking out a professional autism diagnosis but. with my vision alone since im.not legally blind i dont#dont qualify for the disability support pension#but if i had an explanation for why i cant really work more than 15 hours a week mentally...#maybe ill qualify. and maybe theyll consider adhd too. though i think that needs to be under management for a while first#anyway.#AAAAAAAA#so much is happrning man oh my god#im so#ive been holdikg on to any bit of happiness ive had this week#like finding a 2 litre bottle of solo#i cant take one more bad thing
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