I’m judging you.
I don’t care if your body isn’t model-perfect, or what or who you like to fuck (consensual, humanoid adults, that is, or inanimate objects). I don’t give a fuck if your teeth are crooked.
But tumblr, thank you for making me laugh daily with pictures of sexy poses in the midst of utter filth and calamity and sloth and stained carpet and piles of trash.
I judge it. It uplifts me. And I feel better about myself because of it. Please. Please, don’t change.
If you can’t control and order your surroundings, how can you control and order another human being?
I don’t understand how ANYONE can live in a messy state. It just shows a lack of care for yourself and if you can’t take care of yourself, you’re not going to be able to take care of anyone else.
This is why my bed is always made, and my hair always neat, and my makeup always on point, and my desks at work always clutter free.
I might have taken it a step too far with the labeling and the organizing by color, but it makes me happy knowing I’ll know perfectly well how to run a house.