On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have period-related irritability. It doesn’t lower their ability to reason; it lowers their patience and, hence, tolerance for bullshit. If an issue comes up a lot during “that time of the month,” that doesn’t mean she only cares about it once a month; it means she’s bothered by it all the time and lacks the capacity, once a month, to shove it down and bury it beneath six gulps of willful silence.
🎶I hate my jobbbb🎶
This is your daily reminder that self-indulgence can be a form of self-care.
That ‘because it makes me feel better’ is a completely valid reason to do something.
That if something makes you happy then it is not pointless or a waste of time.
That if doing something makes you feel better then it is not something that is unproductive to do.
And that doing things that make you feel okay is just as important as anything else.
Can I just say that the funniest part of my day was the fact that my mother served miniature corn muffins my sister’s 4th birthday party?
I’m so eager to see you again, but I wouldn’t ask to see you.
Not because I’m proud. In fact, in front of you, I cede all my pride.
Yet only if you asked to see me, our meeting would be meaningful to me.
More pretty things in my Mema’s yard
My Mema’s got the prettiest yard.
I can’t wait to snuggle with my boy when he gets back.
Six months too many.
Don’t fucking tell me that I’m making a mistake if you can’t tell me what the right course of action is instead.
Matthew essentially called me a flake the other day, and it’s been bothering me ever since. He said I don’t stay with a job.
And that’s true, but I don’t stay with a job because I don’t like bullshit. I don’t like being disrespected, and I don’t like being unhappy with a work environment, and I don’t like getting paid shitty wages when I know I deserve more.
Why does it make me a flake? Why am I looked down on for refusing to tolerate something that I can change? Why is it bad that I want to constantly improve my life, that I know I can have better, and that I actively seek it instead of sitting back and wishing I had something else?