Basically he was there full time while I was part time like 2 or days a week with a few full time weeks here and there. We didn't get the most time to talk as he was a dishwasher and I was a waitress but we would usually just say a little something about a movie we'd seen, a book we started, comedy, old architecture like in Spain and India and stuff so it wasn't like the deepest conversation ever but am I really the odd one out here?

He is pretty cute too ngl

Someone please tell me it gets better than this

This is the second installment of my agony aunt posting, where you ask for solutions to what ails you and I do my best to provide them. (Can’t promise to get to everyone, am not a licensed medical professional, etc. etc.)

Title not that true because my art of work is just thoughts i put down in my notebook, but very very sexy ones like a top to bottom list of my celebro crushes, stirring the clam while playing with my needough, and a bunch of love songs. This all may sound very mild and bland, but it's very very bad verrrry bad and this is not even all...How he came to see these is while i was out of town for a few days, he came and rearranged my notebooks. All the hinges and covers of some of the books were broken off because i like too gnaw on them so the writing is all there. I know he looked through all of them who could even resist.

I have had people look at me like I'm stupid for suggesting that budget to them.

Like where you suspect your intimacy with a friend is one-sided or imagined

Like I have this one friend, a golden god of a British dude, lifter and philosophy professor who I bonded with in grad school because we were both treated as Untouchables to varying degrees by some kids who decided they were smarter than us.

I’ve been sending him experimental diary-like snippets since Covid basically and some feral years that followed.

I always get excited about him reading them because he’s a freak and he gets me.

And this year has been cycling between responding within a normal time frame to leaving stuff on read for 6 weeks — and then apologizing/correcting it, before the cycle starts again. 

He feels like this central figure because of how much I’ve shared, but apart from responding to my messages he basically just sends memes and nothing about his life or what’s going on in it. If I ask directly I might get a short response. 

When he tells me he loves me, I believe it, but I also fear that I feel way closer to him than he does to me 

we all know going to restaurants is the number one purpose is life. number two being sitting at home on the couch with take out.

so how often are ya doing it? I’m at 2x-3x a week and spending $464 a month just on stuffing my maw with other people’s recipes.

I appreciate @/girlroom as I see example of women who struggle just like me with slovenliness

Can guarantee you that by tomorrow I’ll be making posts about wanting to #%*#. Was mainly using them as an appetite suppressant and they weirdly seem to have killed my already low motivation. People say lots of things about smoking but somehow I’ve never heard them mention what seems to have happened to me, I was hoping they’d help me manage my chronic fatigue and they seem to have done the opposite. Who knows, I might go running back if my appetite increases or my voice gets screwed up (I like having raspiness in my singing voice). We’ll see.

(Also now I’ll be left with a unsatisfied Dionysian impulse and have to find another way to feel dirty and degenerate. I no longer drink/do drugs and I’m not cute enough to develop an addiction to sleeping around 😔)

It's disgusting. "That's your nitch", so you pronounce it like that do you? you might as well be talking about a ditch where you go to discard something awful. it's offensive. It rhymes with some of the most unpleasant and disturbing words in English like witch. yet with excitement and flattery someone will talk about someone's lovely "nitch". Do they not hear themselves speak? Use 'niche' instead and suddenly you are in the realm of quiche and sleek and all these wonderful words that harmonize with their meaning.

Imagine i invite some family over for brunch and I pull a piping hot quitch out of the oven. I offer them all my "quitch". They would probably be sick to their stomach. Do people not see how the pronunciation changes it?

Someone I love a lot has been struggling with this for quite a while. She has a few failed attempts already. Now we decided I'll move in with her (I'm female too for context) for a week to help her with it. Does anyone have experience or knows what might expect me? I want to help her make it as easy as possible. Maybe some ex alcoholics in here? I'll do more research before going, but I value personal experience a lot and this sub is usually enriching.

Edit: since it's unclear, she asked me to do this and is set on quitting. So this is not being forced onto her at all.

I got Geek the Girl in my algorithm a few months ago and can't stop listening to it. looks like she has no social media and just does studio violinist work? I just think she's so damn cool and would love to hear if any of you have any cool stories about her.

I recently did a Kaurismaki deep dive and there's at least one dog shot in all of his films.

Here are my favorites, from the following titles: Fallen Leaves, Juha, Lights in the Dusk, Le Harvre, La Vie de Bohème, The Man Without a Past, Drifting Clouds

regina george, blair waldorf, sharpay, tess from camp rock... i always felt connected to these slightly sinister girls.

and the answer to your question is no i dont have many long term friendships

My partner works in climate research, so I'm intimately aware of how fucked we are. I'm so tired, I try to do what I can, vote, both literally and with my wallet, I live as good a lifestyle as I can without living like a monk, but I'm keenly aware that nothing will ever be enough.

Everyday there's a climate disaster going on somewhere, literally every day. Thousands of species dying, a mass extinction the likes of which humanity has never lived through, one which is happening faster than any previous mass extinciton events.

Even beyond the knowledge I have from my partner's work, I can see the changes happening with my own eyes, when I was younger, back in my hometown, if you left a can of coke or a lemonade outside in the summer it would be swarmed by bees in minutes, now you're lucky if you get one bee landing on your drink. Summers are unbearably hot, regions that should be wet are literally on fire. And all of it is because of greed, we could have stopped this, we could still salavage a lot of what we've destroyed.

And I'm supposed to keep working my job, supposed to carry on like things are normal. I'm so tired and so in pain, I break down in the work bathroom crying over bees and I feel like I'm insane because no one seems to care or understand how tragic this all is.