25. INFP. ♎
25. INFP. ♎
me in the morning: life is fucked up, i have anxiety, nothing is working out well, *questions self*
me in the afternoon: afternoon naps hurt no one 🥱. it's called self care babie
me in the evening: life is actually going okay, there's no need to stress, everything will work out.
me in the night: evil evil evil, i did nothing today, it's not gonna be okay-, I'll do it tomorrow.
anddd the cycle goes on
Circulating. Seasonal depression is creeping around now.
Lets keep this moving
my mom didn't believe in lying to children so when I first asked about santa claus as a small child she was like "oh santa claus is another name for a man named saint nicholas who lived a long time ago. he was a very kind and generous man and he loved giving people presents and he would do things like put presents in people's stockings when they were hung up to dry by the fire, so they would find them and be surprised. so now when we give presents at christmas it's fun to pretend saint nicholas or 'santa claus' brings them. and we hang up stockings by the fire and when we get up in the morning there are presents in them, just like if saint nicholas was still alive to bring them!"
so that thanksgiving one of my uncles said jovially "so mac, are you being good for santa claus?" and little (not quite three year old) mac looked up and raised an eyebrow and said witheringly "he's dead."
incredible how still the only honest and non-defensive nepotism baby is jamie lee curtis
it’s so funny to hear people with impossibly famous and connected parents say shit like “my connections got my foot in the door but i had to work to stay in the room :)” getting your foot in the door IS the whole deal! you don’t get to prove yourself if you don’t first get that foot in the door! can we PLEASE be serious.
as ms curtis said.
Is there anything sadder than the little chunk of Kikis Delivery Service when Kiki says "I used to really like flying before it was my job" and then gets so burned out that her magic stops working and she cant talk to Jiji anymore and she tries so hard to FORCE the magic that she breaks her mothers broom and stays up all night, alone, trying to make a new one and crying?
And I know it is all ok in the end- Kiki has friends who look out for her and she takes care of herself and finds her place.
But fuck, those 20 minutes just hurt my heart so much.