"People aren't having kids because they can't afford them..."

WRONG

The real reason is because you're not allowed to be a kinda shitty parent any more. There's too much pressure to be a really present parent. Throughout most of human history people just popped out a load of kids and apart from feeding them and sorta making sure they have some clothes you didn't really have to do anything. This is still the case in places where people actually have kids.

You think MFs in the 1900s were taking their kids to soccer practice 3 times a week? after school clubs? You think they even knew where there kids were 90% of the time.

Sure we may loose a couple in freak accidents or whatever but that will be massively offset by increased births. And the kids won't even turn out shitty they will learn to fend for themselves, unlike a lot of kids today who are honestly losers.

Every time one of these anti-trump protests pop up, half the signs are like “orange man bad but my graphic design is worse” or “i made a cute lil pun about fascism :).” Liberals are so concerned with the approval of their online friends when they make their insta post smiling ear to ear at what is supposedly a protest about the end of American democracy that these protests will never accomplish anything.

Not everything needs to be a personality contest. Sometimes you can just be angry and call Elon regarded.

posting this in real time as my friends boyfriend is kissing up her arm and moaning like a looney tunes character. on my couch in my apartment that I pay for, eating my food. she came over to “comfort me” and brought him with her without my consent. when I opened my door and saw him standing there, darkening my doorstep with his bad hairline and dopey grin I wanted to scream. I am repulsed by this dude on my best of days. He keeps asking me “what is it like to be best friends with the MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD???” Over and over and over again. Boyfriend’s phone is still off. Is this a sign? Should I jump? Does it get better than this?

The Make America Healthy Again stuff stands in stark contrast to what used to be the common sentiment on the right. Like yeah maybe right wing men were always into working out, but caring too much about your health, counting calories, obsessing over macros, eating salads over carbs, worrying about organic, forgoing fast food...during the Bush years they would call you gay for that.

What's funny is the average middle aged right wing guy is still obese, but it's interesting there's been such a shift to this focus on health.

This building makes me want to go into cripping debt for a useless advanced degree and live out my dark academia fantasy

Photos by Sage Adams. Loooved her styling here

Me and my best friend got married by the beach just before the sunset.

My very close online friend passed away by s*icide last sunday and it feels surreal. I wanted to write an eloquent poem or a little piece for her, something that summarized the various parts of her that made her whole, real and so very special to me but I just don't feel like doing that now. I've done that many times when she was alive simply because i appreciated every aspect of her existence that much.

She would have turned 20 this coming may the 13th.. I'm finding it hard to verbalize any of my thoughts in relation to her but if anyone asks me a question I think I can express my overwhelming feelings through answering them.

She deserved so much better, she tried her best every single day and I can literally attest to that. I feel like crying thinking of the last time I spoke to her, which was day before. It was me asking her if sertraline affected her physically. I was going to take it soon because for the first time in my life, I took tangible steps to solve suicidal tendencies and anguish I've felt from loneliness and a terrible home life for 10 years now and she had more experience with medication..whether any of that experience helped or alleviated her pain or not. She told me it was gonna be okay and when telling me about her first experiences with it, she showed me a photo of herself when she first started taking the anti depressant and I just remarked on how beautiful she was even though I'd seen her so many times before..she barely tried in that aspect and I'd often feel that she didn't know what suited her but it didn't matter ever.

I also feel like crying when I go outside because sunny days remind me of her, that might sound stupid but even before this, the most beautiful things in the world that occur naturally like flowers and sunsets would remind me of the people I truly loved, because that's the way I'd cherish them. She was real, she's gone but what we had was real. I will never ever forget her.

She had the most adorable curiosity about the tiny aspects of the world when she wasn't entangled in deep problems due to the circumstances in her life. She deserved proper help, not a prostitution job or people providing her with cocaine or a shitty rehab facility or a neglectful abusive father or people leading her on emotionally or every single sexual assault from men who went on with their lives after destroying her bit by bit.

She wanted to study marine biology in college and I'd always encourage her with passion because I really meant it. This was one of the things I wished for in like 5 years time, my wish was for her wellbeing and fulfillment, perhaps a sense of normalcy that I maybe took for granted in some aspects. I'm slightly younger than her but I wish I could have gotten a job earlier and helped her out financially and taken care of her and spent some of my days with her in real life even though she lived on the complete other side of the world.

I want to go there to melbourne and make a small flower shrine for her and write letters to her when I can and leave them there somehow and try not to cry.. maybe meet her younger brother once and tell him that his big sister was one of the coolest people ever and that she really made a difference to other people's lives even though she felt she was a unsuccessful doomed fuck up. And then be on my way home, reminiscing on my past conversations with her

I'm so glad we were friends, that we found eachother in this lifetime. I think she was a dime a dozen. I loved her

weekend solo camping trip

Thai is a close second

is it a perfectly normal response for them to insult you over the most benign things. i made a pretty harmless statement and had tons of them attacking my personal appearance

Yeah I know what you're thinking. A diary or journal isn't a novel concept and is obviously a pretty romanticized one. How many people here have actually kept a *private* journal of their thoughts for a significant amount of time? I have journals from 14-17, and later on 23-27, but I always had a hard time keeping that streak going.

I found one of my old journals today while looking through some old stuff, and looking on the stuff I wrote in high school: there's such jittery brutality in the way I wrote that made me realize just how much I've grown up since then. It made me remember just how deeply I was suffering back then and realize how much of a better place I'm in now. Many things I wrote seem completely alien to me. How did I love **that much**? Was I really so self conscious? More importantly, did I ever really let go of that anger or did it just go somewhere else? Why the hell did I listen to Dream Theater for four years when I never genuinely enjoyed any of their music!!!!??

It got me to thinking just how radical a truly private journal is in our time. You're leaving a record that will (hopefully) never be published for anyone else to see. You have the normal paranoia about it being found: how many tv shows, movies, or books have clues or secrets revealed from a diary? It's truly just a record of your thoughts outside of anyone else's perspective a tool for YOU to realize how much you change in the short time we're here. I think many people handwave how ubiquitous social media and access to every kind of recording available can replace a simple journal. Everything that's posted is curated with conscious and subconscious worry about others reactions. Our legacy will be a library of scrapbooks yet we may lose a record of our deep inner world. Why?

Got rear ended while scrolling through this subreddit today, thought I’d share 💔

Seriously I'll entertain any theories. My dad has fallen victim and there's only so many loops around the same 12 bars I can take. Oh cool they made it minor this time... cmon

My affections for you are as obvious and plain as the immutable truths of the world. Is the sky not blue, vast and indifferent? Is the grass not green, stubbornly alive? Do I not love you, plainly and without mercy?

Love is an structural necessity in the anatomy of the human condition, a divine defect even, a curse pierced into our veins at Eden’s gate. Maybe He, in His quiet cruelty, pronged it in us the moment Eve tasted the apple, just as I, unashamed, wish for you to consume me with that same reckless hunger.

I tell you stories, fragments really, of artisans from distant, and sun worn places, who sculpt imperfection and whisper that perfection belongs only to Him. If we are made in His image, crafted not out of utility, but out of desire, then even His omnipotence is only a yearning to be seen.

I don’t know. I only know that I want to love you, and be loved by you, as naturally as the sea reaches for the shore, as inevitably as the sky turns its face to the sun.