Bro It's Hard To Be My Kind Of Stupid AND Financially Responsible, I'm Never Fucking Moving Out Lol

As someone who's grown up biting their nails aggressively out of anxiety and is now trying to grow them out I just want to say HOLY FUCK HAVING NAILS IS FUCKING RAD I CAN SCRATCH MY ITCHY ASS LEGS NOW

What was it like working in a movie theatre in the 1980s USA?

I'm working on something and am not getting what I'm looking for by searching on google. If anyone has any knowledge or memories about this, please answer in the comments!

What was the ticket-buying process? (How is it different from the present?)

How did ushers interact with customers? And vice versa.

When were cinemas most busy? (In the day, or week, or month, or year)

Was it weird for people to watch movies alone? (i.e. were people bullied for it?)

Thank you for reading, and I'll see you in the comments! (My post was removed on reddit- for some reason?)

i am in love. this love is a home that is always empty.

Credit: @taceplantae

"You don't have to conform to some generic idea of what asexuality is. If you think you're asexual, that's enough."

- Shinobu Ishii, Is Love the Answer?

I just hugged my dad for the first time in my binder. I can't explain this wave of emotion that has just hit me. It's a side hug but it's the closest I've felt to my dad in years. I'm so fucking happy I want to just cry and let it out but I need to fucking breathe lmao.

I feel like I didn't come into the world screaming. My sibling was born angry and loud, the world wasn't ready for them, but I don't hear the same story about myself, just that I came out with hair and fingernails, that I wasn't ready to come into the world yet. I'm quiet, not nimble, but quiet. I scare people when they don't hear my footsteps, I always need to raise my voice to be heard, but it doesn't make me feel safe. I can't shout when I'm scared, I can't scream when my emotions bottle up, I physically can't talk to anyone because the words hurt to say. I hate that everything is quiet. I love music. I listen to screaming sometimes. But I hate being overwhelmed with the sound of people. People are volatile. People are angry. I'm never angry, not if I'm hidden away. But then I have to leave my safe space, and it's not just the normal bad parts of the world I become afraid of. Sometimes you know you're safe, but people act like they will betray that trust you have for them. Then had for them. But they're everything. You have to have hope they won't do this again, as long as you stay in line. You can't bring this up again. You have to be quiet again. But my thoughts are never quiet. But that's just my problem, then.

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Trying to find new blogs to follow. 🫶🏻

Happy Pride Month to everyone!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍

probably the best advice I've ever got was from my grandpa when I moved from my town and started a university, he told me to leave the house everytime when I start to feel down, just to go to the park, a supermarket, a bookstore, to even drive in a bus or tram, just be around other people because staying at home all the time kills you; and you know he was right