This is a post aimed at me and other people who constantly fall into guilt spirals over all the things they can’t do, and feel they should somehow magically be able to do anyway.
For me, and for the others, this is a gentle reminder:
– Posts asking for monetary donations are speaking to people who have money. Not your broke ass, still worrying how to buy food next month.
– Posts asking you to care about [extreme injustice of the day] are speaking to people who have energy to care. Not you, hanging onto your sanity by the fingernails.
And, most importantly: posts telling you that you are horrible/cheap/awful/rude/unworthy/unlikable if you don’t pay/reblog/signal boost/care? Those posts can fucking die in a fire.
TL;DR: Posts asking for shit you are not physically or mentally able to give?
draw stick figures. sing off key. write bad poems. sew ugly clothes. run slowly. flirt clumisly. play video games on easy. you do not need to be good at something to enjoy the act. talent is overrated. do things you like doing. it’s ok to suck
Dylan O’Brien is finally seen in public again after months out of the spotlight and I’m seeing posts from people whining about his beard and uncut hair.
Seriously? The man recovered from a serious injury and your concern is how he isn’t shaved and prettied up for you. Get over it.
From the moment a child is born, they crave touch. They want to be held, not just to eat, but for safety, for warmth, for comfort, for affection–for love. A newborn will show preference in who they want to be held by, especially when they’re tired or sick or scared. We are born ready to be loved. Our first need is to be cared for, to be fed and changed, and held. To learn that we are loved.
Don’t let anyone, anyone tell you have to be able to love yourself before you can be loved. You were born ready to be loved wholly, and having self-esteem issues or a mental illness doesn’t make you any less lovable.
You don’t need to fulfill any condition. You are worth loving. You deserve to be loved, and have deserved to be loved since the moment you were born. You are worth loving.
When somebody says that “a man likes to feel like a man,” all I hear is “A man likes to feel superior to you and it’s your job to make him believe it.”
Someone said this to me once, that a man needs to feel like a man, I replied “well I’m not stopping him” and had to watch this fragile creature try to explain to me that my strong personality could demean men.
Like, if I have to pretend you are a strong man and cater to that then clearly you’re not that strong dude.
*clutches heart* Derek Hale getting nice things is what I live and breathe for and oh my god, Surina, this is so cute
But okay, can you imagine Derek’s face when he sees Stiles come home with a really nice and pretty bouquet? Maybe he thinks someone gave them to Stiles and suddenly he’s full of jealousy, because why else would Stiles come home with such a nice bouquet?
And then, ignoring Derek’s frown, Stiles hands him the bouquet, kisses his cheek and says “These are for you,” which only confuses Derek even more. And maybe Derek panics a little bit because now he thinks he’s forgotten something, maybe an anniversary or something else important
But he hasn’t and Stiles tells him that, tells him that he saw them and wanted to give Derek something nice. Because he loves him and he wants to give him all the nice things he can for the rest of their lives
Derek is stunned and he just stands there and stares at the bouquet of gorgeous flowers in his hands. He can’t believe someone would actually do something like this for him for no other reason than “I saw them and thought of you.” He can’t believe that he has someone in his life who loves him enough to think him worthy enough of giving flowers to. He can’t believe his luck for having Stiles treat him with so much love and kindness, because no one else has. Not before Stiles
Maybe Derek tears up a little bit as he carefully puts the bouquet down, but you just know the hug he gives Stiles is so tight, that Stiles can’t breathe for a second
And Derek puts the flowers in a vase somewhere you can’t miss them when you walk inside, and he takes good care of them, treasures them because they mean a lot to him. And he doesn’t throw them out until the petals are falling down onto the table, because he wants to hold onto them for as long as he can
(but of course Stiles gets him another bouquet like a week after their place has been flower free)
If you’re a white girl in your early twenties, you will be ridiculed for working at McDonald’s. But I don’t think the same applies for disabled people or middle-aged immigrant women, for example. Their friends aren’t quietly snickering, “When are you going to get a real job?” Because this is the job we expect them to have.
McDonald’s is gross and greasy. But my humiliation, and that of my friends and my family wasn’t because I made burgers. It was because I was supposed to be better than that. Supposed to be more intelligent, more hard-working, and more talented than the people I worked with. I deserved a “good” job. I had an inflated sense of self that comes with being a person of privilege.
I realized this attitude was way grosser than shoveling fries. Because I am not better than a McDonald’s worker.
Stiles and Derek’s kid spending a month refusing to wear anything other than his police uniform costume, even to kindergarten, only answering to ‘Deputy’, issuing citations on a tiny notepad for things like leaving the toilet seat up, not emptying the litter box, only giving him three kisses before school instead of their agreed upon four, and for eating the last of the cherry flavored Popsicles.
the “you live with your parents” insult is really flaccid because a metric shitton of cultures don’t see “leave the house forever” as some grandiose moment of liberation that’s so important to the development of a person that it has to happen as fast as possible. until i came to the USA i didn’t know a single person who was pressured by their parents to leave the house because they’re “too old to stay there” or whatever. in puerto rico it is really common to stay with your parents until they and you are both stable enough that you can leave. whaddaya know, there are cultures that don’t place a stigma on being poor or wanting to care for your family or needing your family to care for you for some other reason.
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