told my cousin I make art for a living and she legit asked me if she too could make some easy cash on the side online
Reblogging things I like feels a lot more goblinesque than upvoting ever did. The upvotes felt like "hmm yes, I approve *golf claps*" while reblogging feels like furtively staring at something before shoving it in your mouth and scurrying back underneath the nearest piece of furniture.
Which isn't to say that I don't like it. But I definitely find myself going "maybe I shouldn't reblog this because I've already reblogged a bunch of things today and I don't want to look like I don't have a life," I say as I close the app and reopen it like one of those little automatic box toys with the switches.
God seeing the redditors on here really is just reminding me of everything I like about this site
chronic pain is weird because sometimes in your head you’re like AAAAAAAAAHH!!!! AAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAhhh!!!! but in actuality you are just sitting there staring impassively at your phone
And the most important thing to remember is that you have time. Time to discover new people and new projects and new places; time to heal from your past and your wounds. You might feel like you’re getting nothing done and nothing is happening, but you have time to discover your soul. It will happen for you <3
I have about… 7-8 months to get my bachelor thesis done (then the course I’m doing will stop existing). I don’t know why this is so fucking hard for me. I just need to do it.
I’ve got my brother helping me now (by sitting down with me regularly to check if I’ve done the things I was supposed to) but it still feels so overwhelming. The worst part is that I haven’t talked to my advisor in (I think) two years…. It’s so embarrassing. I’m really scared of his reaction when I do send him an e-mail. He could say he won’t be my advisor anymore (that would be very understandable). I don’t know. It’s scary and I don’t feel like I can do this at all.
We’re going to a funeral tomorrow (my husband’s grandma that he wasn’t close to and I only met once) and I’m really anxious about it (which feels shitty because it’s not my relative that died, it’s not about me in any way. if I could just turn my anxiety off I would 😔)
“INFJ” “ENTP” shut the fuck up whats your least favorite ice cream flavor
so many betrayals are happening because of this question i love it
























