I kind of love laundry.
When Depression takes hold, it’s hard to see the beauty around me. Which is striking to me, because my default state is one of constant wonder.
Gilmore Girls is kind of my happy place. YES, I’M AWARE OF ITS PROBLEMATIC ELEMENTS DON’T RUIN THIS FOR ME.
Gender as a binary social construct … sucks.
It took about eight minutes, FYI.
(But I am pretty directionally challenged, I admit)
Thanks for that reminder of how good I looked two years ago, Timehop.
I debated whether to call the police or not after this happened. On the one hand, they may have been able to get him some help and there’s a chance he picked a fight with someone a bit more willing (though I think my size and gentle nature were part of the reason I was targeted – if I were so inclined, he wasn’t a physical threat to me), but this is also how I end up reading about police shooting unarmed, argumentative homeless people.
Maybe I erred on the side of empathy, but at this point in my life I don’t really trust the police to make the right decision.
Sorry, friends. I think it’s more about me than the content, but at some point I started paying too much attention to the puppeteer and not enough to the show. This is pretty universal across all media I see for young people.
It’s probably the same reason I doubt I’ll ever finish reading the Harry Potter books.
It was a wise choice.
This is either a commentary about how we’re all addicted to our phones or a sign this is a great relationship since we don’t have to entertain each other all the time. Either way, sometimes it’s better to stare at your phone with someone else in the room.