literally so annoying to be going Through It in a deeply unserious way where like no one needs to be worried about me i’m gonna survive and things are gonna get better like they always do but right now at this very moment it feels like my soul has unmoored and started dissolving in my stomach and its killing me slowly and painfully but also i’m Fine
after further consideration i think this might just be how january is
my mother is playing pikmin and yelling at them in the exact tone of voice she uses for me and my siblings so we go into fight or flight every time. we thought initially that this meant she regarded the pikmin as akin to her children, but I now fear she’s always viewed us as pikmin
Thursday was cold, wet, dark and dreich, so Algy had little hope of finding much of interest as he flew around his assistants’ garden, until he suddenly noticed that the earliest snowdrops were about to start flowering. Perching carefully on the damp ground beside them, a huge smile spread across his fluffy face.
Every year, around about this time, Algy waited anxiously for the first snowdrops to appear, often checking daily to see how they were progressing, but owing to the recent spell of wintry weather he had omitted to inspect them for a while.
Although there were many hundreds of snowdrops scattered about his assistants’ garden, there was just one particular spot in which they always seemed to flower first. It was a dark, dank slope beneath some large, overhanging bushes, but it was relatively sheltered, and if there happened to be any winter sun (which today there was not), it caught this particular patch in the late morning.
Algy knew that before long there would be many more snowdrops to admire, but the first were always especially welcome, so he rested for a while beside them, singing softly to the emerging flowers to encourage them to open and smile back at him 😊
Hate it when TikTok farm cosplayers and cottagecore types say stuff like “I’m not going to use modern equipment because my grandmothers could make do without it.” Ma'am, your great grandma had eleven children. She would have killed for a slow cooker and a stick blender.
I’ve noticed a sort of implicit belief that people used to do things the hard way in the past because they were tougher or something. In reality, labor-saving devices have historically been adopted by the populace as soon as they were economically feasible. No one stood in front of a smoky fire or a boiling pot of lye soap for hours because they were virtuous, they did it because it was the only way to survive.
Taking these screenshots from Facebook because they make you log in and won’t let you copy and paste:
Laying down in bed on the comedown of an acid trip when you still have like a lamp on and you’re listening to music and burning incense and winding down is soooo cozy and comfy & then you finally turn everything off and actually try to sleep and the second you close your eyes all of your thoughts are manifesting in 3D like this inside of your head:
looking at jobs is like vintage toothpick sorter entry level immediate start ….. wow maybe I could be a vintage toothpick sorter…. *starts to envision a future where I am deeply involved in vintage toothpick sorting* *scrolls down* “5 years vintage toothpick sorting required Minimum!” *my dreams of vintage toothpick sorting dissolve into dust"
Whoever made you think you’d get teased for not drinking alcohol at parties was lying. You’re their new supreme. You can go pick up more snacks. You can take care of the fallen. You can talk to the cops. If you have a car, you can drive people home.
In movies they always portray the sober person as a nerd but it’s more like being a priest. Your lack of engagement in the carnal realities of the party makes you holy and powerful. You are a vital pillar of the community. A rock in a raging storm. Now go answer the door for the pizza man.
