haven’t felt this shitty since i was living in wisconsin and im so scared that this feeling won’t go away. i feel so trapped and useless and stupid and nothing ever seems to make me feel better anymore and it sucks that im constantly stressed about EVERYTHING. how do i stop feeling like i want to burst into tears and run away every second of the day
i may or may not be on a drug rn but i just thought about tai chi and chai tea for 20 minutes
what the fuck did i write 2 that bitch i don’t remember……….
hi lovely anon …. i read all your previous messages and i’m sorry you’re having a difficult time right now but please know that you can always come to me with your problems without feeling sorry about it and i’ll forever lend a listening ear. you’re obviously in a tough situation that could go badly either way, but if i were you, i’d let people know how i was feeling. i’d put myself first because if something goes horribly wrong in the end and you end up hurting yourself, your family will have wanted to know what you were really feeling from the start. so please don’t keep it inside and let it grow into something dangerous. i love you and i want you to be happy and safe always :~)
YES OH MY GOD i loved everything about it god FUCK where’s my danny
omg i made it to 10,000 posts and didn’t even realize it!!! well this is my 10,001st post and i’m dedicating it to prat bc i love her and she is the light of my life byeeeeeee
now to get to 10,000 followers….lmao
god literally the best thing to come home to… i love you SO much ale???
Fashion Do’s or Dont’s: Bindis
As a little girl, I loved getting ready for Indian weddings. It was one of the few occasions my mom would let me wear her red lipstick. Right before we would leave she would call me into her room and let me pick out a bindi to wear to go along with my colorful lengha. Back then I only understood bindis as pretty sparkly celebratory stickers that would eventually slide around my sweaty forehead on the dance floor.
As I grew up more and more people informed me I was not really American, I was Indian, and not just Indian, I was “dot-not-feather-Indian.” I was mocked for that dot. People would put stickers on their foreheads, chant fake prayers, roll their eyes back and bobble their heads. “Look, I am Indian too.” Their ignorant fallacy of Indians was boiled down into that dot and burned into my skin.
One halloween my Mom and older brother were sweet enough to take me trick-or-treating around the neighborhood. I wore fairy wings and my brother had a Scream mask on. I remember my brother being embarrassed my Mom was wearing traditional Indian clothes, but I didn’t understand. Why were we allowed to wear silly costumes, but my Mom was not allowed to wear her real clothes? It started to get dark out and my Mom was worried, but I begged to stay out a little longer. As we rounded a neatly trimmed cul-de-sac a group of white boys on bikes slowed down. They began shouting things at us. Then they started pelting eggs at us. My brother ran after them and they took off. Later, he explained that they had been yelling at us for being Indian. For simply being. My Mom was silent the entire walk home.
In college, my first American boyfriend told me that when his friends found out I was dot-Indian they asked if my pussy tasted like gross curry. It made my face burn red and my eyes well up as I finally came to the understanding that despite being born and raised in New York I would forever be considered a foreigner to these people. It didn’t matter if I wore clothes like them or spoke like them. I will always be a dot.
If I were the same little girl who was just excited to wear lipstick to weddings I wouldn’t care about you wearing a studded bindi to your EDM concert, but being called shitskin really changes things. I have been branded with this dot since I was born, along with every stereotype it holds. My dot is not a fad for you to wipe off when you are done with it. You cannot pick and choose with parts of my culture you will welcome into America with open arms for fashion’s sake while still barricading my family out.
I know today is Monday and you assume it’s going to suck, but according to statistics, there will be over 5,000 weddings, 10,000 childbirths, and 42 million hugs occurring today throughout the United States. Also today, there will be at least 4 people that will win the multimillion dollar lotteries, 600 people will get promotions at work, and 3,000 people will lose their virginity. There will also be 600 dogs adopted, 35,000 balloons sold, and 800,000 skittles eaten. Plus, the words “I love you” will be said over 9 million times. So again, I know today is Monday and you assume it’s going to suck, but just smile, because according to statistics, it should actually be a really nice day.
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
wait just saw divergent and it was really good…….. i want MORE
also i got FYSTAFF again this year (elders issue area) and i’m really excited!! but thinking back on it, i don’t know why i put down elders as my first choice (thought it would be cool after working with elders after spring break) but idk i wish i had done children or gender focus…beep boop that’s fine all the service kind of connects to each other anyway and it’s a good time just getting to know the freshmen and hanging out with your staff and YEAH should be just FINE
still trying to find a job for the summer tho ugh PLEASE