ponytail femme redux
- H: can you bring me a hair elastic
- me: did your PONYTAIL GET LOOSE
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i just texted a thing about the mtl boil water advisory and then immediately forgot about it and brushed my teeth
Y’all I maybe have a crush on one of my bosses and I just need to know if I’m still allowed to be an anarchist.
reblogged from fondaffections
They’re really cute. It’s a problem.
demain matin montreal m’attend
no im totally in last place with the hyperpoly dude im dating right now. its relevant!!!! plz print in papyrus
word. bonus points if you submit a thing already in papyrus
i once turned in a paper in comic sans but making a zine in papyrus will be a true act of anarchy and nihilism
the funniest thing is probably flipping a bookfair table full of papyrus zines
i’ve realised that i’m so so so tired of feeling in debt to my parents. the burden of immigrant children. the burden of being a woman. living a certain version of ‘happiness’ that is not yours because you owe that to your parents for their struggle. which i will always appreciate. but it’s not healthy. and it creates resentment. and ten, twenty, thirty years from now i don’t want that. if i’m unhappy or happy i want to own it. i want it to be of my own doing. i want to be in a position such that i can hold myself accountable, for better or for worse. the alternative being blaming my parents because i lead a certain life, made certain choices because i felt ‘obligated to’ follow the path they imagined. which in itself is this unspoken agreement that is rarely if ever acknowledged, ‘The Inherited Sacrifice’. if that resentment grows and is one day confronted, each party will blame the other. that’s the worst case scenario.
it’s rly difficult to explain to people the rly convaluted nature of the relationships myself and others from the me/na and asia (south and east asia) have w our parents.
wordreblogged from ayatollahofsass