Does anyone else get the thing where you can’t start a project until everything is exactly perfect and your mind is in the right place, but then you never do start because you can’t get there? Does this make sense to anyone or is it just me?

Packing is stressful, and I haven’t even started yet. I’m just sitting here overwhelmed and frozen and unable to actually start anything. This is what happened last time we moved to, and it ended in disaster. I don’t know how to start and what I should keep out or pack up. The boxes we have suck, but that is a lesser problem. I need some fucking help. God I suck at this.

niqabisinparis:

youngblackandvegan:

i want to be married to a man that doesn’t need to be told how to take care of himself or the house or the kids. i want to be married to a man who looks around and wants to take care of things, for the sake of himself and me. wash the dishes because it’s what you’re supposed to do. clean the house because it’s what you are supposed to do. cook because it’s what you’re supposed to do. i would only consider marrying a partner who understands that my job as a wife is not to be the person that nags them to do things. my role as wife would be do be a partner, and a helper. and that means that there’s a split of responsibilities as a sign of love and respect

It makes me sad that this isn’t a basic prerequisite.

theoldwalkingsong:

wsswatson:

you know what’s really irritating

when male academics constantly refer to men by their surnames and women by their first names

like you’d never go to a lecture expecting shakespeare to be referred to as “william” but it’s not at all uncommon to sit through an entire lecture in which jane austen is referred to constantly as “jane”

it’s such a petty thing but it just really rubs me the wrong way, like it has a real suggestion of respect and admiration/lack thereof

Male academics almost never discuss how “young female authors died early” or lament how much genius was “lost.”