Why am I not a rich, eccentric old woman?
$600 Sleeping Beauty high heels, y’all.
it’s fucked up and hard to be a caretaker at my core sometimes. it may be a quality that makes me lovable, empathic and useful but it also makes me vulnerable, under appreciated and consistently not held by those i hold. remember that many caretakers are born out of necessity and abuse, think about how you move in your relationships with them. i’m lucky for those who see me
Filed under: shit that hits close to home and that was hard but kind of comforting to read this afternoon. Sometimes one of the hardest parts of being a caretaker out of necessity is that you never really develop the necessary skills to properly take care of yourself / allow yourself to be properly taken care of by someone else, and/or you feel guilty for taking the time to take care of yourself — and because you can’t take good care of yourself, you are not that great a caretaker for other people, even though the urge is there, strong and constant and sometimes misguided. Life is messy. Everyone be nice to each other.
The Breakfast Club (1985)
Fun fact: I was totally one of the weird girls in high school, and so of course this is exactly how I dressed and how my hair looked when I was 15-17. I had no idea that I was 17 years late to the party until I watched The Breakfast Club for the first time in my sociology class, and looked down at my clothes and went, “… Oh.”
FAR, FAR FROM LAND | Tim Walker (W Mag Dec. 13)