I love the new trend of people saying "you can do whatever you want forever"

Like that's such a powerful and precious statement and we could all use a little more doing whatever we want forever, and not worrying so much about boxes & labels

It switches the focus from "being valid" in the eyes of others and says "fuck it, you decide" and I adore that

since ive regularly needed these reminders over the past month or so since i quit: not working is completely morally neutral. everyone deserves respect and dignity regardless of employment status. ones ability to work should not determine their worth etc etc. i love my unemployed baddies

i literally had a dream last night my dad was tryin to convince me to get a job, the rhetoric about working we all hear is so deep even my subconscious is ragging on me about it

i also want to add that this isn't exclusive to disabled people, there's lots of reasons why people can't work. if you can't work for any reason you still deserve compassion and the resources to live

Dramatic shot of the main character watching their mentor die in slow motion at the turning point of the story

pour one out for mens tits

allow me to tell you of the grave error i made yesterday. it was 8pm. i was cooking moroccan stew. needed to let it simmer for 25 minutes before i added the chickpeas. i shall go upstairs, thought i, and take a shower, and leave the chickpeas on the counter to drain. puddles the cat is sleeping near the stove. i briefly consider locking her out of the kitchen - but surely even she, leviathan of unconquerable appetites, will not concern herself with hard, drained, uncooked chickpeas. surely not.

with this set-up in mind, what do you imagine i found when i came back downstairs?

i'll not keep you in suspense.

the moral of this story is never own cats

One day my partner once left green tea out to cool. My cat is entirely uninterested in tea, so this was not a problem.

What we did not account for was that a neighbourhood cat might steal into the house through an open window, walk past Tillie's kibble and freshly-poured wet food, and that I would come into the kitchen to find someone else's cat with his head deep in warm green tea.