URGH I can never fucking successfully change my pronouns on Facebook and it’s eternally frustrating
so i’m normally very self deprecating… but can i take this moment to say that in my vampire class we were supposed to write a poem based on a vampire tale and the class was meant to vote on which poem was the best and i literally turned mine in a week late and wrote it in 45 minutes before the class and so anyway i come to class late today and my friend is like “congrats on winning second place” and i’m like wait what so apparently the poem i pulled outta my butt was number two in a class of 40 people and uh i think that’s kind of weirdly impressive????? like imagine the things i could do if I ACTUALLY CARED
nick is getting me food and bringing it all the way to my place bc i’m too sad to get up. hi nicest person i’ve ever met alert
interrogate your emotions because the person you need to be honest with most is yourself
why do i feel this way?
am i scared? am i anxious? am i giddy? am i tired?
what do i really miss? why do i do this?
observe the emotion
and then at the end
i can breathe
and let it flow
just experience it - look at it
and say that’s OK
that is who I am
i am allowed to be my full complex self
i don’t have to hide or compartmentalize or be ashamed
bein sad in bed today. i wish i had an animal friend to snuggle
hold a leaf like it is your lovers hand, soft yet present, tugging just enough to tell them you are there and you feel them with you.
tumblr ruins my life i swear
i was having sex this morning and i was like “yeaaaahh yesss” etc etc and then i thought about that text post that talked about how weird it would be to say “yep” during sex and i almost did it just to see what would happen…………
pros of work holiday party: hella free food, hella free tea, hella free alcohol, getting a tea leaf reading for free (hell yea), getting to dress up a lil, hanging out with my new co worker who i kinda have a crush on, winning prizes?? idk
cons of work holiday party: it’ll take me an hour to get there by bus, i’m tired n grumpy, socializing sucks, my evil boss will b there, everyone thinks i’m a girl
whenever i have those brutal searing being-dissolved-from-inside period cramps during school or work i pretend i am a viking warlord who has been stabbed in the abdomen but i killed the assailant so i’m the only one who knows im injured and i have to carry on normally til the end of the battle to keep up my mens morale
this is good
Gonna adopt this method of dealing
good ideas in preparation for next week