its-tortle
i don't know who needs to hear this, but you're allowed to gain weight in your twenties. you are a grown ass adult now. your body can and should not be the same as it was at seventeen. allow it to grow along with you <3
puru2
they’re called love handles because. i love the handles. is that anything
they’re called love handles because i handles them with love
shillelagh
they're called love handles because i love to handles them
gehinnom
I’ve been having a lot of feelings about the downfall of quality lately.
I ordered a pair of Dickies pants because pants are hard and workwear is usually reliable. When they arrived they were the scratchiest, most papery material–I can’t actually call it fabric in good faith–and fit a full three sizes too small. A week later I found the same pair in a thrift store, dated 2017. These are actual pants. They fit, they’re not made of asbestos. They’re only separated by time.
There’s no wood used in interior design unless it’s a custom build. I have a set of wealthy relatives who live in a condo. The downpayment for it was likely more money than I will see in my lifetime. The floors and the cabinets are all still laminate. I know I will never see real wood in a building constructed after 2000. Every “apartment hack” I see online has this very conspicuous, flat appearance because of all the paint and contact paper required to make these builds look personal in any way. The only natural materials are in the furnishings.
I’ve been harping on this for years, but everything is shit, nothing is designed to work, and “growth” and “profit” are just euphemisms for cutting corners until things are unworkable.
macleod
everything is more expensive, and everything is getting shittier.
tummyacheworld
i respect people who want to keep their menstruation to themselves but i have to make it everyone's problem. Literally if it was socially acceptable to lead every conversation with "I'm menstruating" i would.
aweega
jeff the tiller's crops are green and flourishing today
herbs to bring to jeff the griller so he can use it as a garnish for his steak. they're bringing it to jeff the iller who is unfortunately not feeling well today
manywinged
nothing fills you with greater false confidence than managing to wake up early once
"this sleep schedule shit is easy" (← about to learn a lesson straight out of a fucked up traditional fairytale punishment)
