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It's so funny how much of womanhood is sacrifice and loss. You have to constantly curate your body, cutting off the parts they tell you to despise. You sacrifice your girlhood, your childishness, your giddiness, your innocence to feed the monsters till they're satisfied. Except they're never fucking satisfied.
Once they get rid of all your joy de vivre, they eat up the rest. Your soul is gone, your defining youth is gone and you crumble under all the things they expect of you now. You have to work and make money, but also stay home with the children and be a mother, and take care of the house, the husband, the parents, the parents of your husband.
It's never fucking enough.
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girls will carry unimaginable primordial rage but still go about their day as if nothing is wrong and that is very sexy of us I think
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Pros of giving homeless guy all the coins in my wallet: he gave me a fist-bump and said I was cool
Cons: girl who hasn't greeted me since elementary school saw me and she had the saddest expression I've ever seen
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Would you eat my heart raw with bloody hands or do you hate me
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“When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.”
— Ingmar Bergman
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Hey all, you know how internet searches suck now? When the results are awful, full-of-AI, death-of-the-internet levels of bad?
Start appending date constraints to your searches - "before:2023".
My results have gone from 90% AI bullshit to ~60% usable - which frankly at this point is a huge improvement.
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me currently:
“i want people to have crushes on me so badly because i thrive on external validation and im super insecure so i really really want people to have crushes on me”
also me, being aroace and sex/romance-repulsed (if someone has a crush on me):
“pleasepleasepleaseplease nobody have a crush on me and ESPECIALLY DONT TELL ME because then i have to reject you and i hate rejecting people and then i’ll probably have to come out to avoid hurting anyone because i overthink everything ahahahha”
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My dad just called "mean bitch".
You know what that means...
It's time to seek male attent- *gunshots*
Read fanfiction!!!
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Every time I think "Oh, I wasn't bullied that badly", I'm forced to remember my last day of high school. My class wanted to bring food, everyone offered to bring something/was "assigned" to bring something.
So I show up to school with like 40 big chocolate chip cookies and they all look at each other and snicker and then they tell me "oh, we all decided not to bring anything. It was too big of a hassle, yk?"
My fav teacher (diabetic, the kind she should not have sweets) felt so bad for me she ate one of my cookies.
#in italy you get one (1) class for 5 years in high school and thats it#yes not even my friends told me#ik im shit at reading situations and people but im so tired
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If King Charles dies on or before March 25th, 2024, he will technically be the shortest-reigning king in English history.
Anyway, like to charge, reblog to cast.
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becoming an adult cheat sheet!
learn to coupon
what to do when you can’t afford therapy
cleaning your bathroom
what to do when you can’t pay your bills
stress management
quick fix meals
find out if you’re paying too much for your cell phone bill
resume workshop
organize your closet
how to take care of yourself when you’re sick
what you should bring to a doctor’s appointment
what’s a mortgage?
how to pick a health insurance plan
hotlines list
your first gynecology appointment
what to do if the cops pull you over
things to have in your car in case of emergency
my moving out masterpost
how to make friends as an adult (video)
how to do taxes (video)
recommended reads for surviving adulthood (video)
change a flat tire (video)
how to do laundry (video)
opening a bank account (video)
laundry cheat sheet
recipes masterpost
tricks to help you sleep more
what the fuck should you make for dinner?
where should you go for drinks?
alcohol: know your limits
easy makeup tips
find seat maps for your flight
self-defense tips
prevent hangovers
workout masterpost
how to write a check
career builder
browse careers
birth control information
financial management software & app (free)
my mental health masterpost
my college applications masterpost
how to jumpstart a car
sex ed masterpost
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Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"
Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.
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I know it's a red flag but
A guy confessed his feelings for me, I rejected him and he asked to be friends. I said yes (cause why not?), but he started calling us hanging out "dates" and trying to get lucky so I ghosted him.
I thought if I acted like this he'd be like "what a bitch" and move on BUT NOoo. Apparently as long as you're pretty you can treat people badly. I feel so guilty but he won't leave me alone
Ffs
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Getting kicked out of group therapy because I keep saying "so what are we, some kind of suicide squad"
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