i’m so done with the way girls in twenties are treated. i’m so done with people who literally create timetable for us. 20- 24 find a guy, 24-26 make him propose to you, 27-29 get married. i’m so done. i’m do not want to get 2 a.m texts from my best friend who is freaking out that she is gonna die alone. i do not want see my 20 years old friend wasting her time on some guys who are not even interested in her. i do not want see us falling for every nice guy who does not look creepy. i do not want to see girls get sad or paranoid just bcos they do not fill in the schedule. you are ok. you should enjoy your life at its fullest and one day you will find 10/10 so do not pursue 6 just because you do not want to be single. it is ok and one day you will find someone. do not split your love with people who does not deserve it. keep it for yourself and when time will come you will know. i know it hurts. i know you wish u could just open part of yourself and release the buzzing love. but not every kind of love is romantic. show it to your family, friends, plants, yourself.
Not a real criticism, just an expansion really, but … it’s not just the timetables we need to get away from, but the goal itself, I think. “One day you will find someone,” sounds comforting, but the reason it doesn’t lay fears to rest is because we are all smart enough to know it’s not necessarily true.
My aunt is over sixty, never married, and never, so far as I am aware, ever even had a great romance. She dated a lot, but never clicked and now seems to have given up. My mentor is over seventy, divorced her asshole husband more than half her life ago and has never found anyone since.
We all know women (and men) like these. And because we know them, we know that “one day you will find someone,” is just … hogwash. Because sometimes you just … don’t. Or sometimes you do, but he turns out to be a cad. Or you do and the universe rips you apart in the most unfair way possible. And because society has us so fixated on finding “our other half” or whatever, we view these women as cautionary tales.
But …
My aunt trains dogs. Her schipperke is the national champion for his breed. She spent so much of her life as a librarian, nurturing the love of books in kids, myself among them. I ride horses because of her, and it’s one of the very few things I do that makes my soul feel at peace.
My mentor is one of the best criminal defense attorneys in her state. She has devoted her life to fighting to ensure that everyone gets a vigorous defense. Because of her countless people have had the opportunity to turn their lives around. Because of her, they’ve had a life to turn around. Because of her, the prosecution and the police in her jurisdiction are forced to behave ethically and adhere to the rule of law. She’s still, even now fighting to abolish the death penalty. It’s because of her that I am pursuing the life I am.
These women’s lives are not nothing. In fact they are a whole lot of something, and it makes my heart hurt that I ever, in my dark 3 am’s, thought of their lives as something to be avoided at all costs.
So love your family, your friends, your pets, your gardens. Love your job or your hobby or your raison d’ etre, whatever it is. Love sunsets and the smell of rain and yourself, and don’t love these as something to do as a placeholder until the buzzing, romantic love comes, but love these as things worth loving all in themselves.
It’s fucking hard some days. The dark 3 am’s still come sometimes. But most days, I am so much more at peace knowing that I am not incomplete or waiting, but that my life, if it ended today, is worth it because of the platonic, familial, friendship love I have shared. And if the other kind does come someday, that’ll be nice, but it won’t make any of the others less. It’ll just be caramel sauce on a sundae–tasty and wonderful, but the sundae was perfect without it too.
i support lesbians and bi women uplifting and supporting each other and connecting through our love for other women and the similar struggles we face in a society that tells us we arent allowed to exist
i want more appreciation for wlw who aren’t soft and delicate, who are thunder and lightning and not the rain, who have needle sharp wit and passionate red hot love and strong rough hands, who will come into your life like a hurricane, who fiercely protect their girlfriends and who scrape their knees more often than not, who kiss like they’re gonna drown you, these wlw are just as important and good and real as the soft delicate gentle ones
you never really get how much you’re affected by never seeing women you identify with in Media until you read half a paragraph of a book where she’s not young or pretty and she doesn’t want to be and she’s acting just a little bit more masculine and she’s happy with her wife and their children and you literally just start to cry
I don’t want a romantic darkly miserable quirky sparkly teen fantasy about two gender conforming thin waif girls who are gay and can do magic and fight the patriarchy or whatever, I literally just want something exactly like lord of the rings except Aragorn’s a giant muscular lesbian and thats it, nothing else changes, no one mentions it as odd and it plays out the same. I know some people like cute soft flower lesbians and power fantasies but I can’t help but grind my teeth and instinctively gnash ‘don’t market lesbians to straight men, stop politicising me’ everytime I see another one
my favorite thing about Assassin’s Creed Odyssey is that, despite there being nothing wrong with Alexios’ character, everyone is nuts for Kassandra. It’s so fucking funny
some of you have been saying to me, “Hey, you’re a heathen who fears neither God nor death, right? Nuke The Sound Of Silence.”
so, after a lot of stalling, here is “The Sound Of Silence, But The Instruments Are The Vocals And The Vocals Are The Instruments.” What does that mean, you ask?
You are about to find out. Enjoy the ride.
that’s what I like to hear
It feels like my ears are upside down??
i love this sound designer you did not disappoint me
This is the last thing you hear before the AI take over and assimilate you.
this plays at the end of portal 3
Ah, so this is the sound of silence
EARS UPSIDE DOWN IS AN ACCURATE DESCRIPTION; I DO NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL
this is fascinating and weirdly enjoyable; I want to choreograph a dance to it
