welcome to my forest of plants and shitposts
welcome to my forest of plants and shitposts
you are not going to win yourself over
by going too fast.
2. Compliments do not require someone else
to provide them. Take some inventory.
If you do a damn good job at keeping
the house clean, or making your little sister
laugh, know that you are doing a good job.
Remind yourself. Accept your talent.
3. Pick yourself some flowers. Buy the dollar tulips
across the city street or pick some
of the neighbor’s wildflowers. Put them
in the kitchen. You did that for yourself,
by yourself, and you can do other things too.
4. We already live in a world where we are told
we’re not enough. Make your body a safe place.
No bad thoughts here, no criticism. You are doing
what you can, there’s no reason to let yourself
become the enemy.
Schuyler Peck, A Learner’s Guide to Loving Yourself (via schuylerpeck)
sometimes i know what i want and where i want to go and who i want to be and sometimes everything is jumbled and i don’t have the slightest idea of anything and that scares me
Why is it that kinda creepy dudes almost universally seem to prefer the word “females” over saying “women?” Are they trying to sound academic or something? It’s like they’re talking about an animal species. “Let me describe my observations of THE FEMALES”
That’s because if you refer to a female as a “woman” you have to deal with the “Are you saying I look old” problem, and if you refer to her as a “girl” then you have to deal with “Are you saying I look like a child” problem.
The workings of the female mind us such a mystery that referring to them as seperate species is both the safest and most honest way to address them.
Have you spoken to a single woman in your life you fucking weirdo.