College will acquaint you so thoroughly to the reality that your body has needs that, if unmet, will make you feel like Death For A Thousand Years In The Abyss, a fate so disproportionate to the simplicity of drinking An Water or eating A Food or perhaps indulging in A Sleep or Washing Off The Gunk, that you are constantly humbled by the pure silliness of being made of mortal flesh
RELEASE THE RACCOONS
this is a life saving advice
It really is! But then college also acquaints you with anxiety, so that sometime drinking a glass of water or eating or sleeping are just - god damn near impossible.
In such cases, I use this website called youfeellikeshit.com. It’s made out of a series of questions/tasks that helps you navigate anxiety and alleviate various discomforts (dehydration, hunger, but also noise, clothes/body warm, mental struggles…). I’ve found it particularly effective, and I’ve even thought of drinking and eating on my own the last time my anxiety was through the roof.
boyfriend and I are arguing about how to decorate our house for halloween now that we have an actual house and might get actual trick or treaters. I want only smiling jack o lanterns and happy bats and wise spiders and maybe jack skellington’s friendly ghost dog. I am this lady
boyfriend wants actual scary spooky skeletons because he says that is what kids want out of halloween: a frisson of fear. he cites his own youthful obsession with garfield’s halloween adventure wherein garfield and odie are menaced by scary ghost pirates and also by this guy
he blames my perspective on my not being allowed to participate in halloween when I was little because it was a satanic holiday and instead being dressed as a little angel and taken to the church’s Fall Fun Festival and I blame his perspective on the fact that at age five he accidentally watched an unlabeled vhs tape that turned out to be the evil dead
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
Elementary school counselor: “Hey champ, how’s it going? What brings you in to see me?”
Me, age 9: “Well you see I think the world is falling apart and maybe coming to some sort of end, but no one seems concerned and everybody seems to be pretending not to see it, if anything it’s all a big partisan joke to them. And if the world really is falling apart and the seas are turning to acid and boiling up and filling with plastic, that’s really inconvenient to me, because I’d like to study marine animals someday, and if they die off I’m going to be out of a career and pretty cross about it. Also I have no way of holding anyone accountable for any of this so I have turned all that guilt and blame inward into perpetual self-punishment, and also gender makes me profoundly sad, but that’s for another session.”
Elementary school counselor: “….so would you say you feel more smiley or frowny more of the time?”
