
the sound that I just made
since tumblr's being a lil bitch
me trying to cope:
it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter
it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it

when u scratch a cat’s chin and they lift their head up reblog if u agree
when u scratch a cat’s cheek and they lean their head into ur hand reblog if u agree
when u put your hand in front of your cat’s face and they gently headbut u reblog if u agree
when ur cat runs just a lil bit faster to get to u reblog if u agree
cats reblog if u agree
Don’t insult other women as a way to compliment me. I don’t like that.
you have to actively push jealous thoughts out of your mind. actively celebrate when good things happen to other people. actively choose to not compare yourself. actively decide that someone else’s success doesn’t mean your failure.
of course, “i” am included in that “you.” i choose to push those thoughts out of my mind because i refuse to walk around in bitterness, because that bitterness will make me miss out on appreciating the life that i have
the ideal woman’s weight is her own. plus mine.
she’s my beautiful buff butch girlfriend and she’s benchpressing me.
i’m watching a british youtuber’s birthday stream and an aussie viewer sent in a comment saying “why was he born so beautiful, why was he born at all? because he had no say in it, no say in it at all” which was received with confused existential horror, and this is how i just discovered that australian happy birthday songs are not universal
oops
do you not sing this in other countries?!?!??
NO we do not sing a lament for someone’s personal beauty wishing they’d never been born. That is some weird Greek tragedy shit.
Gentle reminder that the human eye is naturally drawn by noise and movement, so the next time you walk into a crowd or a bit late into a lecture or something like that, they’re not staring at you or judging; it’s just an instinctive reaction that has nothing to do with you doing anything wrong.
This really helps my anxiety.
When y’all fake conversations in your heads do you sometimes say random sentences out loud too? I was just tying my shoes and said very sternly and loudly “I DO know how ants work, fucker”