A. being able to care for other people is a skill that’s practiced and honed
B. being considerate for each person is so wildly different, 90% of the time you will have no way of knowing how to be considerate for someone until they show you
C. you can try to get better at figuring out what people need implicitly, but all that skill really is is listening so just get better at listening
D. being good at listening and adapting on the fly is maybe the most precise definition of being considerate I can think of, so strive for that and just know you’re never gonna be a telepath
I will never understand girls who throw their bras at guys on stage those things are fucking expensive and he has no use for it like what do you want him to do pass it down to his first born daughter
I thought this was going to be slut-shaming but it’s glorious
Then there’s Hayley Kiyoko
Until i read the caption i thought she was just being gay but neither parts dissapoint me
“You’re in your twenties, living alone or maybe with a roommate or two. You’re in the kitchen making two-minute noodles or in your bedroom folding a huge pile of clothes because of course you put off doing the laundry until you don’t have a single piece of clothing that you can wear or re-wear. Maybe you’re listening to music and the song that’s playing starts to drip through you in the way that IV fluid drips out of the bag, and you’re just standing there thinking about work or chores or groceries. Maybe you’re on a new project that you’re really excited about. And you suddenly feel disconnected. Like you’re standing in someone else’s home and living someone else’s life, like even this body doesn’t belong to you. You want to go somewhere familiar, but nothing feels familiar. Maybe your parents’ house used to be home but it isn’t anymore, and you’re stuck. You think about who you are, hoping that it will ground you, but that person feels alien and your own mind is suddenly a foreign thing that exists separately from your consciousness even though that doesn’t make any fucking sense. There are things that you used to know with a sureness that was categorically undeniable, a go-to person that you don’t go to anymore, a favourite book that bores you now, a comfort food that tastes like nothing these days. You’re in an endless instant, the end of everything until now and the beginning of everything to come. You try to picture the way your life will turn out but it looks like an overexposed polaroid, too bright and indecipherable. You look back at how you got to this point and the you from your past feels like a stranger. All your strings have slowly come undone, some were cut and some just frayed over time, and it feels like there’s nothing holding you to this place, to this life, to here and now, but you’re still stuck. A soap bubble in winter, floating and frozen. The song is almost over, though. All you need to do is breathe. Breathe. In and out. The moment will pass and you will go on with your day. You’re going to be okay.”
