From those who say to people whose hearts are broken that ‘everything happens for a reason,’ deliver us, O God.
You know so much about me and yet you don’t understand me. To know is not to understand. We could know everything and still not understand anything.
"I’m not okay."
For the longest time, this was the anthem in my head. These were the words I longed to tell everyone. Maybe secretly hoping someone, somewhere, somehow, would relieve me of my misery.
There were some whom I’d let in on this anthem. Nonchalance, boredom, reactions that I have imposed on them, made me keep it a secret.
"I’m not fucking okay"
That is okay. I will pretend. I am good at pretending. I have honed my craft. People want to see what they want to see.
Inside, I was slowly dying. I gave up hope of ever seeing sunlight. Doomed to deary darkness with fellow bottomfeeders.
I am not sure what possessed me or gave me courage to break the shackles. It wasn’t the only thing that was sucking me dry, but it was then the main thing.
So I walked away, but still holding onto a lie. No-one cares anyway. They just was drama and goss, neither of which I possess.
Weeks passed and I am surprisingly lighter. Not drastically changed for the better, but just enough to keep me going.
We have an amazing ability to heal. Just maybe, some day…
I might be okay.
“Do what you love” disguises the fact that being able to choose a career primarily for personal reward is a privilege, a sign of socioeconomic class. Even if a self-employed graphic designer had parents who could pay for art school and co-sign a lease for a slick Brooklyn apartment, she can bestow DWYL as career advice upon those covetous of her success.
If we believe that working as a Silicon Valley entrepreneur or a museum publicist or a think-tank acolyte is essential to being true to ourselves, what do we believe about the inner lives and hopes of those who clean hotel rooms and stock shelves at big-box stores? The answer is: nothing.
it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.
1. Being tough on yourself will lead to success. Constantly criticising every move you make will slowly wear you down and undermine your will to try.
2. Self-compassion is a form of selfishness. In fact, people who are willing to give themselves a break are much more likely to be kind to other…
I wonder how feminists will react to this
Probably ignore it then go back to making male tears mugs and gifs
Actually this is a very common idea among feminists
It’s something feminists have been talking about for years it’s called toxic masculinity and it’s one of the common threads among the topic of ‘Patriarchy hurts men too’. If fact the first time I read about toxic masculinity was on a feminist blog.
If you actually read things feminists talk about instead of straw manning them you might know this but OH WELL
no matter how old I get
I will always be at least slightly convinced that I’m capable of hurting a stuffed animal’s feelings
Toy Story mentally fucked a generation of kids.