we know existing is hard, but that little whisper of hope that tells you to keep going? to keep living because maybe things will improve? maybe it will get easier? maybe you’ll experience joy and love? maybe the next season resembles the relief of spring following a grueling winter? whatever it is that hope is telling you, listen to it.
the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.
I’m 30 and just started working with a group of men. I’m the only woman there, and they’re absolutely the sweetest men. I had an issue pop up and the support from the men is astounding.
This is the first time in my life I’ve felt safe around a group of men.
My husband’s job primarily employs adult men but there is one (1) teenage girl and my husband said originally he worried she might be a bit of an outcast but instead every man on the crew was like “huh guess I am a dad/older brother now.”
i love my little cousin to death because he’s at that little kid stage where he has absolutely no speech filter so i know EXACTLY what type of shit his conservative mom has been feeding him. kid pulled our other cousin aside and went “DID YOU KNOW ICARUS LOOKS LIKE A BOY BUT HES ACTUALLY A GIRL?” (he also has yet to master volume control) and it’s so fucking funny because his mom acts all polite and friendly to my face only for her son to instantly expose who she actually is. king shit. unintentional ally
My boyfriend prefers his mattresses firm, and I need a soft mattress. He prefers his food temperate while I like my food hot and spicy. This is another good reason to not have a kid, because even if the kid averages out and prefers everything in the middle, there's the risk of some blonde bitch breaking into our house to rummage through our stuff.
no cause some of the shit y'all are saying has me genuinely worried that you don't understand the difference between immigration and SETTLER COLONIALISM. y'all do realize that if jewish people just mass migrated to palestine and lived peacefully among palestinians as neighbors and countrymen, then none of this would be a problem. right? you get that, right? you get that our issue was never "there's too many jews here" but rather "why am i getting kicked out of my house." RIGHT?