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i already have a job and it's called keeping myself alive. why do i have to be employed on top of that

“My entire life can be described in one sentence: It didn’t go as planned, and that’s okay.”

— Rachel Wolchin

Hey btw, here's a piece of life advice:

If you know what you'd have to do to solve a problem, but you just don't want to do it, your main problem isn't the problem itself. Your problem is figuring out how to get yourself to do the solution.

If your problem is not eating enough vegetables, the problem you should be solving is "how do I make vegetables stop being yucky". If your problem is not getting enough exercise, the problem you should be solving is "how do I make exercise stop sucking ass". You're not supposed to just be doing things that are awful and suck all the time forever, you're supposed to figure out how to make it stop being so awful all the time.

I used to hate wearing sunscreen because it's sticky and slimy and disgusting and it feels bad and it smells bad, so I neglected to wear it even if I needed to. Then I found one that isn't like that, and doesn't smell and feel gross. Problem solved.

There is no correct way to live that's just supposed to suck and feel bad all the time. You're allowed to figure out how to make it not suck so bad.

🌼 Mistkirill on IG

*through gritted teeth* you are not a child taking a test with the purpose of getting the highest score, you are an adult trying new things and finding ways to enjoy your life, make mistakes, be a beginner, be mediocre, be where you need to be, be unlikeable, just. be.

I am such an Autumn person. Give me a quiet, cozy spot with a view of the changing trees on a crisp, late September day with a warm drink and a good book and I will be in all my glory.

It’s not even possessive. You know, when you two are out and having a good time and laughing and chatting, and he randomly puts his hand over your thigh, just randomly, and mindlessly plays with it, squeezes it, caresses it, and you feel the warmth of his hand on your leg. That moment, that tiny moment of caress and intimacy, and it’s not even possessive, that’s when you know all is well, even if just for a moment, even it will all pass, everything is good.

A plus of growing up? Genuinely not giving a care about things that used to irk me. Gossiping about me? Cool, I'm interesting to talk about. Ignoring me? Cool, I'm okay with boundaries and prefer reciprocal connections anyway. Staring at me? Cool, I'm interesting to look at. Underestimating me? Cool, I'll surprise you. Not inviting me? Cool, I enjoy my own company. I just love this quality of peace.