batmanisagatewaydrug:

the-mamishka:

batmanisagatewaydrug:

crushing-velvet:

batmanisagatewaydrug:

I know we’re having a good time laughing it up at Bezos possibly losing half of his money in his divorce but please let’s stop and take a moment to realize that losing 67 billion dollars will have absolutely no impact on his quality of life, which makes for a rudimentary but functional litmus test for determining whether or not someone has too much fucking money

also his ex-wife isn’t going to do anything with that money but hoard it as well

there is nothing inherently more ethical about a female billionaire

Wouldn’t it be amazing if she’s actually pulling a Robin Hood here and “stealing” from the rich to give to the poor? How awesome would that be?

I totally understand the impulse to try to be hopeful about that, but it’s a fantasy that comes from the same place as acting like Melania needs to be saved or treating Ivanka as a moderating influence on her father

rich white women are loyal to money and we cannot trust them on the basis of gender. they’re not anyone’s allies but their own.

(via thewanderinguterus)

I’m never “good enough”…

So yeah, I have accepted that fact as part of myself.

Which sucks, by the way, being that I’m constantly reminded by my parents and co-workers that since apparently “I know a lot about different stuff” I shouldn’t be where I’m right now.

Point is, I have never aspired to something better or greater than my current situation in life. ‘Cause, when I’ve tried in the past, self-doubt and failure have come to me on the worst of times and I’ve lost some many chances already (In love, work and many other things), so right now, I don’t go “the extra mile” on life. Why bothering?

I left home a few years ago ‘ cause I was infatuated with this person I knew and nothing came of it. Sure, I got to work on a very interesting line of work and I learned a lot from it, but that was about it. All I did was work, work, work… and I missed some stuff that was going around me.

Like I’ve always done, pretty much all my life.

Specially that time when I thought I loved someone but it was just that… a messy thought in my brain, making a disaster of every single possible social interaction.

I’d rather die soon than keep living like this.