virgo, actively seek balance.

libra, trust these are the right decisions.

scorpio, separate fact from feeling.

sagittarius, remind yourself how you got this far.

capricorn, it is a time of luck.

aquarius, unpack your current fear.

pisces, take on this challenge.

aries, you will find a place to belong.

taurus, let it happen.

gemini, toast to self-acceptance.

cancer, embrace the love around you.

leo, you are safe here.

SEPTEMBER HOROSCOPES, by Blythe Baird (via framesjanco)

A Thing this Libra needed to hear

(via mirroringlight)

tinsilos asked:

Aw, I didn't mean to sound like I'm berating you for throwing it on Tumblr (I mean what is this weird corner of the Internet if not that), just a comforting hand-on-the-shoulder-we-all-with-you digital gesture. Miss you. <3

I got you. ❤️ It’s just … this is also tumblr. Gotta check my privilege and all that. I miss you too :( Catch you this weekend though!!!!

Thanks all. What else is tumblr for I guess… :/ It’s easy to know on some level that we’re all in the same boat, but being scattered makes it hard to cope with that together, you know? Or, that’s how I’m feeling anyway.

So, thanks internet. Work remains stressful today - another night, and a threat of being bugged all weekend which I am fighting like hell. But it was easier today. Really. Thank you.


By Daniel Korzhonov

Last night he secured brunch plans for Sunday morning.

Us. Brunch. Together.

I cried a lot this week about how short weekends are but just, the way he was so on it while I was stressing about work… I’m not describing this well. All I am saying, or trying to say, is that the little touches, like the existence of reservations, like having something come together without my help, mean everything right now.

tinsilos asked:

From the flip side of that coin, I can tell you that job security is something I would do almost anything for--anything, that is, except have it in lieu of doing the thing I love. It's hard, no matter what. We're both going to curse ourselves for not going with the other option a bunch, but particularly now, when everything else is weird and in flux along with our job situations. But remember that at the end of the day, despite your dad, despite the little voice, it's your name on that paycheck.

Absolutely true. And that’s what I meant when I said it keeps me up at night wondering if the job security is worth this. I never meant to imply I have it harder than anyone else. I meant more like, which hard is more “worth” it? It’s my name on a paycheck, but would I feel better forgoing that and having a really hard time, but doing something I loved? Is there anything I love enough to do that for?

etc now we’re back to the first post etc etc etc

But yes. Even between the three of us from my year out here in New York, I’m seeing three totally different pictures of how things look right out of college, and all of them are really, really hard. I never meant to compare hards - I’m more agonizing if I’ve picked the right one, because in those moments on the train or in bed when I have time to stop and think, I really am struggling to accept the idea that this is the best option.

And I was sure this is a common plight, so, off to tumblr with it. Maybe there is no winning in the game of adulthood. When I’m home I promise I’ll throw it all below a jump.

Can’t figure out how to reply to hcxm at work and I can’t seem to log into xkit but.

See, that’s what’s out of control. I will pay my wages to anyone who could talk my father (and therefore ultimately the little voice in my head) into leaving an opportunity like this.

Look, in the moment, I think I really like it. I add value, for lack of a non-jargon turn of phrase. It is nice to have somewhere to focus my energies, nice to know that somebody needs to do what I’m doing, and nice to see that not everyone could do some of it as well as I am right out the gate. To get shit done feels AMAZING. Also I have learned SO much. In, what, six and a half weeks? It’s pretty incredible. I think I’m pretty incredible too, sometimes, when I get a chance to think about it.

It’s really during my long, long commute home, flaking on plans or shutting down seeds of plans or just seeing how many messages I need to respond to from the boy or from friends, or while I’m lying in bed at night (and, often, talking to the boy) that I worry about the life that I am missing, too. Not working was terrible, this is close to the other extreme. If now is not the time for these parts of my life, then when?

Anyway. Blatant explicit life crisis blogging over. Now back to our regularly scheduled (literally) vaguely sad image reblogs.



If I loved this, would it be easier?
Does anybody love this?
Is there anything I love?

I realize I am effectively complaining about job security, but sometimes I think surely I will die before I make it through ten years of this. I’ll just have a stroke.

This is what’s keeping me up at night. I’m being paid pretty great and if I don’t fuck up big time there I’ll be for a while. That security should be a relief. Is that relief worth it, at all costs? In the thick of it, it’s hard to believe so, but….