I know this has been said a million times in a million different ways, but it genuinely is so FUCKING insane that we are now fully aware our government is filled with child trafficker murderer rapist pedophiles and we all just wake up in the morning and go to work and pay our bills and are filing our taxes to pay a government full of fucking child trafficker murder rapist pedophiles. Every day I feel like I’m inching closer to a full manic episode and I’m not being dramatic or funny this shit is not okay or normal what the fuck are we even doing anymore bro
Glad you’re all starting to understand the purpose of modern feminism.
You work…companies profit from selling baby formula.
You stay single…hotels, restaurants, and airlines make money off you trying to cure loneliness.
You promote divorce…lawyers get rich.
You don’t want to be a stay-at-home wife …daycare owners profit.
You don’t get married…pet companies profit from women adopting cats and dogs.
You delay having children because of your career…employers get richer, and fertility clinics make money later.
Whatever decisions you make, whatever insecurities you display, become part of a billion-dollar business model. Your insecurities and poor choices are profitable investments for corporations.
dating app men hate me because i looooove no label casual situationship and so unfortunately they dont get the ego boost that comes from driving a woman crazy trying to change them
I am in a perpetual state of worry and I have the nervous system of a Chihuahua but I keep thinking that Everything will eventually work out for me in the end
girl, if you are trying to up your sexy and whimsy, you have to start dancing and stretching. all those stored emotions need a channel for release. put on your favorite album and start dancing in front of a mirror as often as possible.
The cruelest ADHD realization is that planning the hobby gives me 100% of the dopamine, while doing the hobby gives me 0%.
I didn't actually want to knit a scarf.
I wanted to buy $80 of yarn, watch a tutorial, and fantasize about being a "knitter" for an afternoon.
The fantasy was the finished product