I’m obsessed with the Bath & Body Works subreddit because there’s only three types of posts and it’s:
1.) Women in their fifties having the epiphany that capitalism and/or marketing is evil, but like. They don’t realize that that’s how capitalism and marketing as a whole are designed to work; they think that this is a unique type of evil that Bath & Body Works has invented. They’ll be like, “It’s sick and twisted that they just keep releasing new products that are inferior quality versions of their old products with a different label and then making them seasonal items so that people feel pressured to buy them before they can really think about it because they’re worried they’ll miss out!!! This should be illegal!!!” You’re telling me, girl. You’re gonna be soooooo mad when you find out about. The whole world.
2.) Level 1-2 Hoarders in denial showing off their collections of hundreds of candles and body sprays and lotions and then frothing at the mouth in the comments section when people offer support resources for hoarding and shopping addictions.
3.) The world’s most iconic autistic women with a vintage Bath & Body Works special interest who don’t realize they’re autistic women with a vintage Bath & Body Works special interest trying to convince themselves that the lotion they thrifted from Goodwill that expired in 2002 isn’t rancid, it’s “macerated”.
Actually, making this rebloggable only to add that there’s a fourth type of post which is people posting pictures of horrifying fires that their candles caused and being like, “This is the sixth time my candle has almost cost me my home. What should I do? I am NOT going to get rid of it. It’s a discontinued scent,” and everybody being like, “Oh my god??? I LOVE that one, do NOT throw it away. Just get a candle warmer.”
they won’t tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with “girl what the hell are you talking about”
It’s not a cure but you have no idea how many times this image has helped me with my OCD
emotional neglect from your parents is so hard to contend with. they didn’t beat the fuck out of me exactly but they didn’t care if i got hurt or what the fuck i was doing and they didn’t teach me how to be a person in the most fundamental ways. and you can’t explain this to anyone without sounding like an angsty teenager who can’t get over anything
in 2014 my friends and i went on omegle with the search term “furry” and people would ask “a/s/f/o” which is Age, Sex, Fursona (Species), Orientation and every single time we would respond with “I am Job the turtle. I am slow but I will rock you” and every single time they would immediately disconnect
idk why young people knotting is seen as a loser or antisocial thing tbh when i do it in public people seem happy to see it and sometimes they even stop to talk to me about it it’s genuinely swret. okay now before i press post i want it to be known i noticed the typo just in the nick of time but decided to leave it anyway for the same reason some people keep the bullet that killed them as a memento of what couldve been for the rest of their lives
as a woman in the ozempics era you HAVE to have friends who eat normally (3-4 meals a day, no girl dinner bullshit) and who are always down to going to cafes and eating burguers and fries and stuff, I cannot stress how vital for your mental health it is to have friends with whom you feel free to say you’re hungry at any time and with whom you feel free to eat as much as you want
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