do you ever sit and think about your female ancestors and like how many of them endured forced marriages, sexual abuse, physical violence and complete deprivation of education and autonomy and suffered silently for literally centuries. going through pregnancies and child birth without modern medicine, having multiple children and watching most of them die before the age of five because that was just the way of life back then? and ultimately you are a product of their pain? i think about them a lot and then i think about how many women continue to share their reality in this current year
me: *talks about something im excited/passionate about*
literally everyone ever:
Aly: My point is that I am going to figure this out, like I always do. First, we’re going to find a way to get into the Gray Palace. We’re going to overthrow the regents, and by the stars above, we are going to make Dove a queen so she can pay us a lot of money from her royal coffers and we can all retire very rich and very alive, got it?
Chenaol: Brilliant speech. Such gumption and bravado!
Ochobu: And yet strangely lacking in any sort of actual strategy.
Ulasim: Oh, good, I’m glad you noticed that too.
people who have been here for 1 year or less: usually between the ages of 12 and 14, in their weeaboo phase, thinks tumblr is great, a lot of shitposting, has default theme or obnoxious theme
people who have been here for 1-2 years: usually pretty normal, blogs are organized, has a nice theme, only hates tumblr because of it’s pointless updates
people who have been here for 3+ years: has a nice theme but their blog is a collection of abandoned networks and groups, very tired, often has war flashbacks to “tumblr university” and the moreos guy, is done with this website’s shit and feels trapped but also uses it as an emotional crutch, always screaming internally
sex is a lot like an episode of star trek. you roll around together for a while, clothing gets torn, there’s dramatic music, aliens are watching, somebody dies
you have an interview next week. you always have an interview next week. The managers who interview you all seem to share the same pleasant, blank face. They promise to call you back in a few days. They never do.
they say the minimum wage is going up soon.
you must have two years of experience. you must have five years of experience. you must have ten years of experience. experience in what, exactly? the job requirements bleed into an ancient latin text as you attempt to decipher them.
the people in the photos in the craigslist ads smile eerily at you. their eyes seem to follow you around the room even after you click away from the job posting.
do not apply in person, the posting says. do not send in your resume. do not apply. we’ve lost too many employees to the creature as is.
you plan on leaving your job soon. you’ve been planning on leaving your job soon for months. you keep making excuses as to why you haven’t left your job yet, but you know deep down that even if you put in your two weeks tomorrow, you wouldn’t leave the company as the same person you were when you applied. if they let you leave alive at all.
you seem to see “help wanted” signs everywhere. when you enter and inquire about them, the employees wave you away. you hear their cries for help again as you leave.
you are more than qualified for the job that you are applying to. you are over-qualified for the job you are applying to.
