its so weird seeing people say “children have no sense of boundaries or personal space” as if thats like a personal fault theyre doing intentionally to irk you and not just something innocent and fairly inherent to fucking toddlers
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About body positivity
I have always had stretch marks and i’ve never been insecure about it. My cousin had them too and we never thought that was a problem.
My skin has always been quite good except for big pores but i have never been insecure about it. My mom had them, my friends had them and i thought, that is just how skin is.
Because almost everyone has stretch marks and everyone has pores
And when i first saw body positive posts that talked about those two things as “flaws that you will grow to love” and i was like what. Those were flaws?? Were they? Are they???
I’m not saying that body positivity hurt me, because it didn’t, it helped me love my legs and body and that is great just
It also made me aware of things i had never thought of as flaws.
I just want to know if i’m the only one
like being around babies and little kids stresses me out bc the crying and lack of innate personal space sense is sensory bad for me but like you know what? i suck it up, and i am kind and caring towards them and engage them anyways when im around them bc im not a fucking idiot who thinks young children are little demons trying to hurt me personally
You, an edgy mall goth: Personal Jesus by Marilyn Manson
Me: an even edgier mall goth: Personal Jesus by Mindless Self Indulgence
Me, a cowgoth: Personal Jesus by Johnny Cash
I’ve lived with four(4) cats and two(2) dogs in an isolated house in the woods for two months and it seemed like a perfect scenario for someone who writes poetry but I feel so drained….
It feels like I don’t need to write down what I’m feeling, because my surroundings look like the way I’m feeling
This place is so beautiful but it doesn’t feel quite real, or completely unreal?
I meet people from outside and they are less ethereal then me and this place
And now I’m leaving and going in a place that is much more real
Idk if that will make me able to write again and stop living in my imagination 24/7
My plan is to never actually come out but behave like i did and confuse the hell out of everyone
Problem is i don’t have a crush on anybody but it’s like i want to? I want to have a crush on someone even if i know that 1it would never be reciprocated 2i couldn’t talk about it with anybody so it’s not for attention
Wtf brain
A couple months ago, I was on a 7 hour bus ride when I was seated by a woman from hell. When I boarded the bus, I was told that it wasn’t fully booked so I assumed it would be alright if I left my backpack and personal items on the seat beside me so no one would sit with me. I normally wouldn’t do this, but I am someone who gets extremely motion sick (no amount of meds or other remedies seems to help) and since this bus ride was going through the mountains I thought I’d save someone the trouble of sitting next to a puking, feverish girl.
Anyways, I rode like this for about an hour and half the bus was empty so I thought it didn’t matter. Then, out of nowhere, a woman across from me starts looking back and me, sending me death glares over and over. At this point, we are slowly moving into the foothills of the mountains so I ignore her, trying to focus on relaxing and not letting the nausea overwhelm me.
After about 20 minutes she comes over and says “Excuse me I’m going to sit here”, pointing at the seat next to me. I give her a look of frustration but being the non-confrontational person I am, I moved my stuff off the seat and allowed her to sit there despite 30 empty seats around us. Intentionally, I scatter my stuff on the floor just enough so her feet don’t have quite as much room as they should, hoping this would persuade her to leave.
Nope. She begins kicking my things, hard. I ask her, very politely, not to kick my things. She looks at me with moral outrage. “Little girl, you don’t own this fucking bus. Give me my fucking space, I am 60 years old. You little Indian bitches seem to think you own this fucking country.” So, the realization sets in that this woman is a racist bitch who intentionally sat with me to bitch me out.
I am really a Canadian citizen, born and raised here, however I am brown because my mother is a Filipina. Anyways, I tell her there is no need to be so hostile and as she begins to snort rude remarks back to me, I put on my headphones and blast the loudest Radiohead songs I can find, just to bug her. At this point, the anger boiling up inside of me and the nausea are beginning to get to me so I decide it is best to ignore her.
But she won’t let that happen. She begins elbowing me, hard. Then, kicking my leg. I finally give in and take of my headphones. She demands that I turn down my music. I demand that she leaves me alone. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye I see her opening her water bottle and pouring it all over my backpack and personal belongings. I push it out of her hands at which point she begins SCREAMING obscenities at me, telling me I am abusing a poor elderly woman with back problems, that I’m taking up too much space, that I am part of the “Indian problem” that is destroying our respectable nation.
At this point, the anxiety and the mountainous bus ride is just too much to bear. As she screams at me, I realize I need to throw up and although I could interrupt her to quickly run to the bathroom, I instead decide it was okay if I just let it go in her lap. I am terribly sick so I end up vomiting almost an entire sandwich onto her. She stops for a moment out of shock, and then begins to hit me as hard as she fucking can. I am a tiny little half Asian girl who weighs less than 95 lbs, and she’s huge. People around who have been hearing her bullshit finally, at this point, call for the bus driver who pulls the bus over in the town we are passing through.
The woman demands I be removed from the bus for elderly abuse. The other passengers back me up and defend me after witnessing the insanity. The police are called and the woman is escorted off the bus, literally kicking and screaming about how Indians should be banned from public transit. Last I see of her, she is being held by police on the side of the road, covered in vomit.. As much as I believe you shouldn’t vomit on people on purpose, I must admit that my motion sickness has never felt so good before.. Also, I ended up getting a coupon for a free ticket with the bus company as an apology for what happened, which was only an added bonus.
me: i’m done posting personal shit online
me 5 minutes later: it all started when i was 4 years old and
- me: *accidentally reveals something personal while joking*
- friend: dude that's dark are you okay?
- me: whoops Sharing Time™ is over, come back next week!
Me: I’m gonna set a personal deadline
Me to me: She’s a huge pushover do whatever you want