Super quick dinner: creamy lemon basil pasta with local cherry tomatoes
long time no see! I’m am in quite a desperate situation. I have been unemployed since early June and my most recent job offer was rescinded. Also! to add onto the fun! I have been denied unemployment! like I said I am in DESPERATE need of help, any last bit counts!
paypal: @SEvanchik
venmo: @im_a_peach
cashapp: $evanchik
hi so rent is coming up on the first and I’m still job hunting which means I still have no money or income. I’ve received a little bit of help so far but not nearly enough to cover rent so anything helps.
$50/$1390
Amy Winehouse backstage at Bush Hall (2003)
saw some lilies flowering despite all the withering
I’ve noticed that writing about my happiness comes much harder than the fluidity of writing about my sorrow. But my joy deserves as much attention and recognition as any other emotion I feel. I fear that in writing of it will diminish the experience. It’s happened many times that as soon as I admit the joy I feel it seems to slip between my fingers, in acknowledging it’s truth it’s like it makes it disappear. I love my joy as much as I love my sadness. They are both crucial parts of my human experience. They both allow me to share different parts of who I am. I don’t want to shy away from the joy that seems to be knocking at my door, i want to share it with others and let it come and go as needed. I’ve learned that no emotion is just one thing, I can be happy and feel sad. I can be sad and feel happy. I am not just one thing.