I know this is a tired, (hopefully) well-known idea, but it bears repeating.
The idea that “money doesn’t buy happiness” most often comes from a place of inherent privilege and comfort.
Sure, money doesn’t buy “happiness”, but it can buy that set of markers you’ve been eying, or a new sketchbook because your old one is finally out of space, or a tablet and pen because you’ve really been wanting to try out digital art.
It can buy piping tips and bags, new cake pans, cupcake liners, food coloring that you’re sure will give you the right result this time—
It can buy books, video games and gaming systems, candles and face masks, nail polish and makeup, cosplay material, and more.
It can buy a vacation to that one place that’s been of your bucket list for years, or dinner with friends, or a plane ticket so you can go home for Christmas this year.
It can buy the basic fucking necessities of life—food, water, housing, clothing, education, etc. I don’t know about you, but knowing that I can feed myself tomorrow, or for the next week, or for the next month makes me pretty damn happy.
You may not need money to be happy, but you sure as hell need hobbies, and people, and a roof over your head, and sustenance.
Don’t be ignorant.
I miss being able to gush about things with friends, but years of being told to “shut the fuck up loser” in my youth really took the wind out of those sails.
You come to understand when working with small children that you will never be truly prepared for the crazy bullshit they will pull.
Today I had a group of children create a new language and begin what I believe to have been a summoning ritual.
It had only been ten minutes.
“Oh my god you’re a writer? Can I read your stuff?”
Hey, are you aware of the fact that many people in Gaza have resorted to cutting pieces of their tents for scraps for pads? Which as you can imagine isn't the safest option but their only option in most cases. This also applies to those going through postpartum bleeding from giving birth. If you want to or can help:
The Pious Projects - they distribute feminine hygiene kits for people in Gaza! I suggest checking it out yourself but there's various amounts you can give from $5-$1,000 to help make and distribute these kits! They cost around $25 for each kit, but every bit helps. Make sure to share the link even if you can't currently help donate today!
Okay, so Jason’s alive, right? Duh. Dug himself out of his grave, yada, yada, yada…
But…what about his grave?
Like, it still has to be there right? To the public, Jason’s still dead, so it would be extremely suspicious if word got out that Bruce Wayne had removed his beloved late son’s grave. Total front-page-worthy scandal.
What I’m saying is: Jason Todd absolutely has a photo of himself posing in front of his own grave, Grant-Gustin-style.
It’s framed.
I've done a lot of thinking about it and I'm still glad Sir Nighteye died
Say what you want about them, but the Wilson family has i m p e c c a b l e taste in aliases.
Ravager? Deathstroke? Jericho? Twilight? Terminator? Legacy? Respawn? (I got half of these from the wiki, so don’t come after me if they’re wrong.)
Unbelievably badass.
I would make a terrible witness/accomplice to a crime, because my brain does not compute what other people are saying like 50% of the time. Someone will say something to me offhandedly and I’ll have to ask them to repeat themself like 5 times. So if the police showed up asking me about someone’s criminal plan, I’d be completely useless because there is a high chance that I was in “smile-and-wave” mode while they were explaining it to me.
fictional characters: *exist*
me:
They/Them | “You may forget, but let me tell you this: someone, in some future time, will remember us.” - Sappho
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