Look, it’s simple. If a person has to actively work to make money, they’re not “the rich” and they’re not the problem. A surgeon making $200k a year still stops making money if they stop showing up to do surgery, because they’re still selling their labor. The radical discrepancies in how we value different skills are certainly a problem, but the guy who makes money when he doesn’t even get out of bed is the one making money on the value of other people’s labor.
shoutout to the time in 2021 I was having scary seizurelike episodes that sent me to the neurologist, after having barely slept all week due to being a nervous wreck over my symptoms and shit.
when I sat down to describe what I was going through to the (young, very soft spoken) phys assistant taking my notes I started audibly almost crying . The whole time he’s furiously working on a tablet thing that I assumed he was writing my symptoms down on
in the midst of me having a mild nervous breakdown during my monologue he slowly turns the tablet to me after closing whatever program he had open and just fuckin stare-smiles at me all placidly til I notice the wallpaper the laptop is set to— a lovingly decorated collage of Lord Farquaad from Shrek
once I noticed I stopped dead in my tracks and we sat there staring at another for a solid minute til I broke down wheeze laughing, upon which he picked up the tablet and scurried off wordlessly. I just sat there dumbfounded til the doc showed up. 10/10 doctor experience ngl
I didn’t own a phone at the time to get any proof so this my best artistic recreation
When someone you love offers a bid for connection, you say yes every time. When someone sends you an article, a video, a funny post, it’s a bid for connection. They are trying to connect with you. When someone shares details about their day, their life, their thoughts, or their feelings with you, that is a bid for connection. They want to connect with you on a deeper level. They are trying to pull you into their world. If you love them, you say yes every time. Yes, even if the article they send is not particularly interesting to you. Yes, even if it means listening to them ramble about a game you don’t care about and think is stupid. Yes yes yes. And let’s hope they always say yes to your bids, too.
fast food, fast fashion, songs being sped up, tv show seasons being only 8 episodes long, replacing youtube vlogs with fifteen second “day in the life” tiktoks, people in their 20s complaining about being too old…everything is so rushed, we have lost the art of lingering.
yes i want to know your favourite color, how you like your coffee made, what music you like or what fictional character you like best. but let me ask you how do you want to be loved, if you think soulmates are real or should i just outwardly admit that i want to love you on purpose, what makes you you, what poem always brings you to tears. i want to know what love is to you so i can do just that and even more, i want to see you, inside and out, and i crave to be seen as well.
the most disorienting thing thats ever happened to me was when a linguistics major stopped in the middle of our conversation, looked me in the eye, and said, “you have a very interesting vernacular. were you on tumblr in 2014?” and i had to just stand there and process that one for a good ten seconds
Helaena’s prophecies: *Usually vague and hard to interpret*
Helaena’s prophecy about Aemond: Aemond Targaryen will die in the Gods Eye on August 30th, 2024 at 6:33 p.m. Central Standard Time. It will be cloudy that day, with a 60% chance of rain.
