I just want everyone to see how unrealistic some expectations are.
Dude I don’t even shower everyday
amen to this
do you see my legs???
I’ve never shaved my legs before and they have as much hair as my arms (which is a very little amount)
I have LEGS?! *looks down* HOLY SHIT I HAVE LEGS!
Vaseline is the best night time eye cream on the market.
You can buy alcohol and chips with your parents’ gas station credit cards.
If you force something, you’ll break it. That could be good or bad.
It’s important to read the care tags on your clothing and follow those instructions.
Related: don’t wash and dry j. crew wool sweaters.
Changing your car’s oil is not optional.
Whatever physical objects you acquire you will one day have to put into a box and move.
You’re allowed to disagree with negative feedback.
It’s always worth reading the instruction manual.
Nostalgia, like any drug, can be a poison or a remedy.
Pets are like human friends but better in every conceivable way.
Good doctors listen more than they talk.
You can’t fix a burned roux.
Just because someone is an authority figure does not mean they are intelligent/competent/right.
Measure twice, cut once.
Get your nice jeans and dress pants tailored by a professional.
If you’re uncomfortable wearing it you will not look good.
You’re not required to drink alcohol while in a bar.
There are a few things that cure all ills: the beach, your favorite album on vinyl, and fresh garlic.
Kindness is not weakness.
Baking soda is not baking powder.
Taking Excedrin P.M. while still in public is not advisable.
Terrible people will succeed. Wonderful people will fail. The world is not fair.
Appropriate footwear is always key.
You can absolutely be too forgiving.
Real humor punches up, not down.
Reading the assigned chapters will actually help you learn the material.
There are no adults. Everyone is as clueless as you are.
Applying eyeliner well is a timeless art.
You can always leave. Awkward dates, suffocating jobs, hometowns that you outgrow, relationships that aren’t growing in the right direction.
You can always come home again.
But it won’t be the same.
Life is too short for bad books, boring movies, shitty people, and margarine.
Never underestimate the importance of eyebrows."
I’m so frustrated lately. Angry, tired, and sad. The muscle under my right eye has been twitching for three months now. It won’t go away, and that stresses me out more. I still miss my cat. I hate my job, can’t stand being at home. In many ways, I feel just the same as I did ten years ago. The only difference is, I got better at hiding how I feel. I don’t yell at people, or cry. I don’t do anything. I feel like a shook up bottle of seltzer, and the cap has only gotten screwed on tighter. I’m going to start screaming one day, if only I could remember how. I feel it, a buzzing in my head, under my skin. Years of therapy as a teenager, and now in my mid-twenties, there’s still no answers. Nothing changes. I don’t want to go on meds again. I just want to be able to feel, be able to react to things. Why is that so bad?