watching spirited away for the first time is like… being trapped in the melancholic atmosphere…. the tragic isolation and madness of no face….. feeling the same horrified smallness chihiro does.. the hopelessness of losing her misunderstanding but loving parents…… haku’s quiet betrayal, and the relief of finding out he really was a friend… the curiousity of kamaji’s boiler room, or yubaba’s decorated office…. the hope for lin to make it out of the bath house one day, the wonder of the shaddowy figures on the bus……. the world makes you feel so small and part of a true and rich world that you can only give a brief, passing glance before you must part from it, never knowing but wishing to one day see it again
I got 1 task done today. I emptied the big trash can in my bedroom. That’s one less fork to deal with.
I have severe executive dysfunction. I’ve been dealing with it by having myself do one small task a day. So far it’s helped a lot. By doing it this way my brain doesn’t freak out trying to tackle everything at once.
I got my inspiration for it from this Donald Duck comic:
Oh my God this is so fucking wholesome
“I saw the sunrise for the first time in years” moves me way more than it has any right to
Imagine complaining about a paid internship that Other people wanted?? Like I know for a fact other ppl wanted that internship more and need the money , and you’re going to complain about an easy internship. How fucking shitty. People irk me
