I Like Big Butts And I Cannot Lie, My Other Brother Also Likes Big Butts And Cannot Tell The Truth, How

a comic about trauma

About ten years ago I decided that the next step I needed to take in my life was to accept and explore what it meant to be a failure and to have failed. This infuriated almost everybody in my life and clearly terrified a lot of people. People do not want you to accept failure. They dont want you to like... Sit with and think about it and pick it up and turn it arpund in your hands and really examine it. They want you to keep throwing yourself against the impossible walls until your body explodes! They do not want you to say "alright then, I've failed. What does that mean for me? Im still here. What does the life of someone who has failed look like?"

This makes people very angry and panicky.

My mental health improved in ways it had not in the previous DECADE once I stopped. And. Sat. With failure. And thought about what my failure ... Was. And looked at the structures that produced it and examined them critically.

It is so taboo to fail and admit it openly and talk about it. It is so taboo to talk about or think about failure in an accepting way rather than hiding it shamefully until you experience a degree of success in some area which allows you to present the past failure as "a stepping stone" to your current situation. Fuck that. We are put in positions of guaranteed failure by society every day and then punished and shamed for it. Lets fucking talk about failure

Pigeon walking.

before i die i want to see the northern lights preferably with whoever my future person ends up being. if yr my soulmate pls start the itinerary

Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.

you: sweater weather me, an intellectual: seasonal depression

I text back embarrassingly fast

or three hours later

there is no in between

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goodnight moogles. i love you.