that's clickbait, that's engagement bait, that's an ad, that's a blatant lie, that's not at all what they meant, that's an opinion (and a really fucked up one)
I'm tired of interacting with social media, nothing is organic, nothing is true, and i'm tired of my participation being a commodity
One thing I’ve noticed about people in or entering their 30s is they don’t make as many compromises anymore. If someone doesn’t meet them halfway, is not up to standard, is just not where they’re needed to be, they’re just like “ok cool” and they move on from the person. Which is not to say they’re less empathetic or understanding, but more that they have learned that time is their most prized possession and they’re not willing to make massive compromises on it. They are not obsessed w the idea of fixing someone (bc the concept of fixing a person doesn’t really exist). They simply move on to someone who is up to par. I want that. I want to always move w the awareness that time is my most priceless belonging and I can never buy it back. Ever. So I have to use it wisely
What if every pattern of glazed terracotta was on every colour? (very long post) (Also maybe you would be able to change secondary + tertiary colours but I'm not doing that) (some of them look better than others)
finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using
some (extremely) quick doodles to celebrate the glorious return of glorious masquerade! I haven't had a chance to do much personal drawing lately, but I didn't want to let it go by without doing something!
I NEED someone to write a smut of Price being your neighbour who unfortunately gets to hear you and your boyfriend fucking unsuccessfully (bf doesn't even bother with making you finish, you fake it and do it extra loud on purpose cause you know this fine older military man next door can hear you and you focus more on making sure Price hears your moans than the younger boring man on top of you)
And so another boring night of unpleasant sex with your soon to be ex, he leaves early and Price has had enough. Like he always catches you linger a little more when he returns from base and he's wearing his military uniform, a few stares here and there, friendly greetings while your eyes are practically undressing each other in the hallway, you asking him if he can help when something breaks in your apartment, even the smallest thing just so you can have him over and he fucking knows it (things you can fix yourself but nooo, let me ask Mr. Price)
And like before he's about to knock on your door, the power goes off and in panic you open the door (Mr. Price should know how to fix this, right?) only wearing a shirt just covering your ass and you just stare at each other for a few seconds before you ask what he's doing outside your door.
"I came to do what your sorry excuse of a boyfriend can't"
one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.
one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.
i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.
the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.
my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.
i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.