u/kitten_sammich

I love how much fun they have and show such devotion to Hekate. I couldn’t stop singing this song to myself and I was like….🤨 okay girl let’s chat ✨❤️

ALL WE HAVE DONE IS CARE!!! It is an active decision everyday to not reach out to my parents. It’s actively difficult and still hurts especially because I don’t have support atm and their absence is now even more present.

They “pour their hearts out” only to leave no room for ours. Like somehow their ability to “call us out” shows emotional maturity and availability because they’re able to “recognize” whatever and analyze it to attribute it to some human fallacy that we were too weak to resist.

As if it’s an expectation to be faced with the gut wrenching decision of whether or not to keep your parents in your life instead of like some horrendously sad rejection of a baby elephant on national geographic. As if it’s common for kids to use their parents and skip town with scorn.

Sometimes I wonder how people like us have survived. Especially those of us who are adults but still trapped or controlled somehow by the mess.

i was having a friendly chat with the man (he initiated) while he made my sandwich and i COULD NOT STOP BITCHING ABOUT THE PRICE. i could not say other other things bc i was short circuiting from internally screaming the whole time because i wanted the small talk to burn and die but i couldn’t stop myself but then i got a discount 😎 still didn’t get my oregano and black pepper bc it was too much by that point

I enjoy having my windows down in my car but lately wasps keep checking out my car and coming in to say hi. I view them as I would a solicitor and just cringe away as politely as possible and then mutter curses when they leave. I don’t get mad at them because they are displaying the intelligence to check me out and decide to leave me alone and I appreciate that.

edit: i have clearly ruffled some.. wings. love is complicated, and while i can say i love them, i can’t say i’m not still indoctrinated and afraid 😔 help me, brothers. can i ever truly change?