#literally thank god it’s Friday

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Being an elementary school teacher is so hard because my school wardrobe and personal wardrobe are so mutually exclusive. Like, I would never in a million years go out in public in a shirt that says “Fri-yay!”, but I’m about to roll up to my classroom today and these lil 8 year olds are gonna think this is the coolest thing they’ve ever seen 😂🥴

[thebirdandhersong]

on the good news train today: I have finally finished the last chapter(!!!) of my Inklings challenge story, which marks the FIRST ever Inklings challenge story I've ever completed properly :'D coming in at 30,810 words (yikes) (it did get out of hand, I must admit), it is definitely not a short story, but it IS a piece that I think articulates a lot of what I've been thinking about lately re: love and death, and, considering everything, is probably something I needed to write. I am very happy!! It has been a wild ride, but a deeply clarifying one.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Sounds like you've got a right bitch of a co-worker based on those post tags lol

ajfksdljf TT0TT Oh that was like my 3rd version of a post I made. I had to talk myself down and censor myself akljsdflkfa orz

But yes he really is. I cannot stress it enough that everyone hates his guts and he's created such a hostile work environment.

[twoheadedfawnn]

People romanticizing Black Friday is actually pissing me off like just say you’ve never worked retail

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

Psychic is generally regarded as mysterious, yes, but not because he speaks in crypts or riddles or subtext. He’s mysterious because he never talks about his personal life ever. No one has any clue what he does in his free time except the Dearests. And even then there’s hobbies and interests he hasn’t bothered to bring up to DD himself either.

and to be clear, he’s not even super actively invested in keeping his personal life a secret or anything. He just never bothers to bring stuff up on his own, and even if someone else asked him he probably wouldn’t give an honest response unless it was indeed one of the Dearests. He just doesn’t see that stuff as important enough to talk about. He doesn’t feel like “outsiders” have any business knowing what he does with his life outside of work. That’s it.

[problemcore]

bbbbbbbbbbdsjbfidnfjdnfj rant in tags aaaa

[bibleofficial]

my mother came w me to my visa appointment & we were out by 9.30 only to have the car battery fucking die

[mosquitinho]

btw i had actual extreme bad luck on friday the 13rd fellas i feel like i unlocked an achievement

[sweeterthnfiction]

not me almost missing a meeting with our ceo...

[centralpark1981]

thought i was emotionally recovered from tlou and then ugly cried at work over bill and frank please send help

[gobbluthbutagirl]

something BAD is happening in my throat…just woke up and it’s still exactly like it was last night. on the bright side, i have no other symptoms. on the dark side, the closest thing i can think of to compare this feeling to is that one time i had strep in elementary school

[rustinsscohles]

and with that i do believe that my run with interstellar in imax has come to an end.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

grabs the most specific funny little guys you ever heard of & tosses them in a jar with glitter & caprice....kaleidoscopic to me

[calico-kiwi]

someone save me helllpppppp

[invisiblerambler]

I can't stop thinking about this and I will be putting it under the cut because I know it's about to get long.

with the parallel of s3 of the bear and just where my life is right now (which is arguably the best place it has ever been) I can't stop thinking about how differently people would treat my trauma if I hadn't been successful. if I hadn't integrated it or risen above or been resilient.

like what would have happened if the worst had happened, I would name all of those things off here, but that feels in bad form.

it feels like I have more sympathy because I rose above, I overcame, I am high-functioning and successful and ambitious and driven. I am where I am in spite of my circumstances not because of them and I just can't stop wondering if people would feel the same empathy if i hadn't been the perfect victim.

if all of the experiences I had didn't lead me into health and success, but into the worst situations you could imagine.

there wouldn't be any empathy.

it is never lost on me how lucky I got. there were so many times I should have ended up near-death and a few times I did. I try in so many ways not to take for granted how much chance determined the fact that I am still alive.

and yet, people are shocked when I detail my experiences, it doesn't fit with the person that stands before them, as if that wasn't by design as if I my entire life knew that unless I took everything in stride and used it to fuel me it would suffocate me.

I don't talk in much detail about my experiences anymore. Most new people in my life are satisfied with the rough sketch. I'm grateful for that, I don't like the way the intimate contours of the ways in which I have been psychologically tortured warp their perception of me.

I'm tough, I've been through a lot I'm lucky to be here all feel like enough these days.

there's a certain level of betrayal I feel keeping that person away from the people who only know the version of me now, but it also feels like protection.

i am protecting her now in ways that I wasn't protected then. she got me to where I am but she deserves peace, she deserves rest.

i am aware the ways that my body and gender make the awful things that happened to me easier to take. I am the Laura Palmer stand-in I am the beautiful feminine blonde victim.

my conformity did little to shield me from the worst of humanity.

sometimes I feel like I skipped over the part of my life where I was self-destructive and lashed out.

I suppose I did self-destruct but in private, always in private. it's so midwestern evangelical of me to have turned all my suffering inwards. so calvinist.

sometimes I still want to fall apart. to not have it all together to utterly flounder. it feels like I'm too old for that now, I'm no longer angsty and sixteen and begging anyone to see how much I was hurting.

i'm 26 and by all accounts successful, and yet I dream of self-sabotage. of throwing away everything to wallow in a pain I no longer feel in the same way.

it's somewhere between grief and anger, but I can't quite summon it. the feeling sits in my body, but I don't feel it.

one day, I want to be less high-functioning, allowing someone else to do the functioning.

[coolcoelacanth]

only one more week at this stupid retail pharmacy rotation then im free 😍😍