i think When It’s Over by Sugar Ray keeps playing everywhere i go lately to haunt me of the memory of the moment i started falling in love with my ex while he sang this song to me
kill me
Sometimes male anger at ‘women getting special treatment’ reminds me of a gorilla experiment. One gorilla gets a banana every hour. The females next to him get one every four hours. Then someone decides to be fairer and gives the females a banana every two hours instead. The original gorilla? He flips out. He's still getting his banana every hour, but it feels like a loss because his advantage shrank. That's how a lot of men react to basic fairness for women: not as justice, but as theft.
I used to have a friend who would text me at 2 or 3 am in the morning whenever she was fighting with her boyfriend. Not just quick messages either long voice notes, dramatic paragraphs, “please answer” calls back to back. Even when I had early classes the next day, I’d sit up in bed and respond. I’d talk her through every breakdown, remind her of her worth, tell her she deserved consistency and respect. Sometimes I’d stay up until sunrise just making sure she was okay.
This went on for months. It became normal for me to pause my own rest, my own peace, whenever she needed comfort.
One evening, after a really overwhelming day, I finally reached my limit. I wasn’t okay. I felt anxious and heavy and just needed someone to talk to. It was around midnight, not even that late compared to her usual crisis hours... so I called her.
She declined it.
A few minutes later she texted, “I’m out right now. Can this wait? We’ll talk another time.”
No follow-up. No “What’s wrong?” No checking in later.
That was the moment something shifted in me. I realized I had been showing up for someone who only saw me as an emergency hotline. I was her comfort, but she was never mine.
And that’s when it hit me: not everyone who leans on you plans to hold you back. Some people are used to receiving your energy, but have never practiced giving it. If you don’t protect your time, your sleep, your heart... people will take from it without even noticing.
Being supportive is kind. But support should never be one-sided.
hey so this is nirvana criticizing $50 concert tickets in 1993. fuck any inflation argument bc $50 in 2026 is $112, not $1000. parasocial defense is embarrassing and most artists are greedy as hell. fuck ticketmaster.
don’t want ppl to notice im not doing well but also want ppl to notice im not doing so well but also don’t want anyone to be burdened by me but also want to feel that ppl care about me but also don’t want to be perceived but also want to feel like i matter
The bar for “cool” now is so low. Nobody knows themselves. People use wired headphones thinking they’re being niche. People let other people tell them what drinks they like. Everyone is performing. If you simply live your life authentically people will copy and worship you. lol
coworker spent 5 mins straight complaining about his gf texting him silly things throughout the day but i say “it’d break my heart if i found out my bf spoke about me like that” and now IM the bad guy
Honestly this is one influencer i’m really proud to see succeed, he seems so genuine and wrote this out of so much love for his wife, that he met when they were both “nobodies”. Just warms my heart to see good people create beautiful heartfelt things and they do so well.
i think we should leave voicemails more often because i just went through mine from the past 5 years and cried. there’s so much love in hearing someone’s voice with simple messages.
hardest thing for me to grasp as an adult is you have to keep showing up no matter how you feel. you gotta do this sad, do it heartbroken, do it grieving, do it tired. life doesn’t care, it waits for nobody, you just have to keep going