Gonna miss this face!
I just got my alumni magazine and edited (read as: graffitied) the whole damn thing because graffiti and freedom matter.
It’s possible my dog may not be dying and may actually just be on too high a dose of her meds??????? Plz be true
is not pretty
but I don’t care
Set the dumpster
on fire. Break
Don’t kiss me
like they do
in the movies.
like they do
on the emergency
—Daphne Gottlieb (via kdecember)
I’m sick of being the woman that my dude friends go to for validation of their single status. I’m tired of telling them that it’s not their fault or it’s just bad luck because I’m trying to be nice. From now on, fuck that. It’s because you lecture people about things that are supposed to be fun hobbies. It’s because you’re abrasive and you take out your anger on other people, including people you claim to care about, because they happen to be in the path of your feelings tornado. I am tired of validating your status quo. It’s because you’re rude and a know-it-all. Make a change. Grow the fuck up.
On my shit list today: passive-aggressive white guys on the internet.
Preview and download the podcast The Last Hurrah on iTunes. Read episode descriptions and customer reviews.This week ended with one good spirited audience member who sat around to listen as Kevin was joined by panelists Andrew Michaels, Giovanni Kavota, and Isabel Duarte. They cap off the weekend appropriately with Don Pardo impressions, dog balls, dead hamsters, and a threeway with Milton Berle.
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Listen to me heckle my friends.
“No person, no religious belief, no creature comfort will be able to fix the fundamental need for self-acceptance. I’ve been learning this, and it’s not easy. I can deflect and distract myself, but there is no substitute for sitting with my own emotions and owning them to myself and accepting that the me I’m living with is messy and not quite all who I want to be. I have to live with (and learn to love) me in real time, as I grow and learn, and not with my idealized future version of myself. This means also recognizing when I’m in unhealthy relationships or situations and being responsible for standing up for myself, and not expecting others to read my mind or know my needs and rescue me. Boundaries, communication, and actively engaging my day-to-day life and owning my responsibility to and for myself: these are ways I can engage in loving myself well.”
Someday, I will write a long, long essay about living and loving (trying to love, trying so hard) someone with bipolar disorder and severe anxiety who is immature, endlessly creative, generous, occasionally verbally and emotionally abusive, scared and terrible with money. I will write about defending them to people who don’t understand mental illness, about how badly they are treated by their so-called friends and adults who should know better. I will write about screaming, violent temper tantrums into their twenties. I will write about being exhausted. I will write about how it is not about me. I will write about, “The dogs just peed in the hall. You can clean it up.” I will write about screaming, hostile replies to gentle requests. I will write about watching my parents try to parent. I will write about my need to process and how it feels like no one understands. I will write about wanting to escape my own life, which isn’t so bad, not really, but sometimes feels like drowning. I will write about loving someone but not liking them. I will write about days of peace and months of hostility, about how distance tempers things and time erases pain. I will write about selfishness and narcissism and self-care and self-expression. I will write about how easily people say, “We should have sympathy for the mentally ill” without actually having to live that out.
I’ve been feeling pretty down on myself lately. I’m stuck in a cycle of negative thiughts and having a really hard time breaking out of that. And I weigh more than I used to, and as much as I promote body positivity, it’s hard for me to watch my friends get in shape while I pound croissants. I’m jealous. But then I remember how hard it was for me to eat a few years ago, how all my clothes were too big, how I stopped taking care of myself, and in remind myself that carbs are better than no food at all. Infinitely better. Today, I’m grateful for my new haircut, nice pictures from @shannonfirenze’s wedding and “Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift.