Growing up with step siblings that come from a completely different socioeconomic background is so fucking infuriating. My step siblings come from a family of doctors whereas I come from a family of factory workers. I fucking hated it. My siblings got everything they ever wanted. They all got phones at 13. They all got cars when they got their license. They had their college paid for. I’ve had to work my ass off for every single one of those luxuries. They never had to work two fucking jobs to pay for a shitty fucking car. They never had to pull loans where the interest rate is an arm and a leg. They never knew the embarrassment of having a tracfone. They can’t even fucking comprehend what it’s like to be poor. They can’t fucking comprehend that when I broke my foot earlier this year, I couldn’t afford to go to the ER so I had to set the bone myself. They couldn’t comprehend growing up on EBT. They couldn’t comprehend that I couldn’t get the latest iPhone as soon as it came out. They couldn’t comprehend that I have to only have one meal a day, that I have to work 60 hours a week to make sure I don’t get behind on bills. They can’t comprehend why I’ll break down into tears whenever something goes wrong with my car or if my phone breaks or if I get sick or injured. And it fucking infuriates me, living under the same roof as them, that they have no fucking idea how different our upbringings were. And it fucking infuriates me when they complain that their life is ‘harder than mine’.
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I also just wanted to add something to this and I don’t wanna sound mean but? Oh well. I talk about this all the time and I get very kindhearted people offering to help out. Complete strangers! Asking if I have a PayPal and stuff like that. But the thing is, I don’t want your money. I don’t want your pity or your sympathy. I want you to know my anger. I want you to be aware of the injustices that are happening here. I want you to know that I’m not the only one. And I want you to know my anger. I need you to know my anger.
Growing up with step siblings that come from a completely different socioeconomic background is so fucking infuriating. My step siblings come from a family of doctors whereas I come from a family of factory workers. I fucking hated it. My siblings got everything they ever wanted. They all got phones at 13. They all got cars when they got their license. They had their college paid for. I’ve had to work my ass off for every single one of those luxuries. They never had to work two fucking jobs to pay for a shitty fucking car. They never had to pull loans where the interest rate is an arm and a leg. They never knew the embarrassment of having a tracfone. They can’t even fucking comprehend what it’s like to be poor. They can’t fucking comprehend that when I broke my foot earlier this year, I couldn’t afford to go to the ER so I had to set the bone myself. They couldn’t comprehend growing up on EBT. They couldn’t comprehend that I couldn’t get the latest iPhone as soon as it came out. They couldn’t comprehend that I have to only have one meal a day, that I have to work 60 hours a week to make sure I don’t get behind on bills. They can’t comprehend why I’ll break down into tears whenever something goes wrong with my car or if my phone breaks or if I get sick or injured. And it fucking infuriates me, living under the same roof as them, that they have no fucking idea how different our upbringings were. And it fucking infuriates me when they complain that their life is ‘harder than mine’.
I also just wanted to add something to this and I don’t wanna sound mean but? Oh well. I talk about this all the time and I get very kindhearted people offering to help out. Complete strangers! Asking if I have a PayPal and stuff like that. But the thing is, I don’t want your money. I don’t want your pity or your sympathy. I want you to know my anger. I want you to be aware of the injustices that are happening here. I want you to know that I’m not the only one. And I want you to know my anger. I need you to know my anger.
Growing up with step siblings that come from a completely different socioeconomic background is so fucking infuriating. My step siblings come from a family of doctors whereas I come from a family of factory workers. I fucking hated it. My siblings got everything they ever wanted. They all got phones at 13. They all got cars when they got their license. They had their college paid for. I’ve had to work my ass off for every single one of those luxuries. They never had to work two fucking jobs to pay for a shitty fucking car. They never had to pull loans where the interest rate is an arm and a leg. They never knew the embarrassment of having a tracfone. They can’t even fucking comprehend what it’s like to be poor. They can’t fucking comprehend that when I broke my foot earlier this year, I couldn’t afford to go to the ER so I had to set the bone myself. They couldn’t comprehend growing up on EBT. They couldn’t comprehend that I couldn’t get the latest iPhone as soon as it came out. They couldn’t comprehend that I have to only have one meal a day, that I have to work 60 hours a week to make sure I don’t get behind on bills. They can’t comprehend why I’ll break down into tears whenever something goes wrong with my car or if my phone breaks or if I get sick or injured. And it fucking infuriates me, living under the same roof as them, that they have no fucking idea how different our upbringings were. And it fucking infuriates me when they complain that their life is ‘harder than mine’.
Growing up with step siblings that come from a completely different socioeconomic background is so fucking infuriating. My step siblings come from a family of doctors whereas I come from a family of factory workers. I fucking hated it. My siblings got everything they ever wanted. They all got phones at 13. They all got cars when they got their license. They had their college paid for. I’ve had to work my ass off for every single one of those luxuries. They never had to work two fucking jobs to pay for a shitty fucking car. They never had to pull loans where the interest rate is an arm and a leg. They never knew the embarrassment of having a tracfone. They can’t even fucking comprehend what it’s like to be poor. They can’t fucking comprehend that when I broke my foot earlier this year, I couldn’t afford to go to the ER so I had to set the bone myself. They couldn’t comprehend growing up on EBT. They couldn’t comprehend that I couldn’t get the latest iPhone as soon as it came out. They couldn’t comprehend that I have to only have one meal a day, that I have to work 60 hours a week to make sure I don’t get behind on bills. They can’t comprehend why I’ll break down into tears whenever something goes wrong with my car or if my phone breaks or if I get sick or injured. And it fucking infuriates me, living under the same roof as them, that they have no fucking idea how different our upbringings were. And it fucking infuriates me when they complain that their life is ‘harder than mine’.
Adorable Miniature Illustrations by Brooke Rothshank
Miniature artist Brooke Rothshank has determinedly taken on a miniature art project, where she draws one tiny art a day to keep procrastination at bay. The artist has had extensive experience working with oils and acrylics, but explored minuscule art since she became preoccupied with the roles of becoming a mother. Rothshank has become a member, teacher and fellow of the International Guild of Miniature Artisans Guild School in Castine, Maine.
Focused on drawing approachable subjects- the softness in the detailed miniatures are inspired b everyday objects around Rothshank. This project was birthed in a bid to increase productivity and stay connected to her artistic compositions, however small they may be. The artist will resume creating commissioned pieces via her Etsy shop. No request is too bizarre for this artist, who is a mother of two young children. She and her husband, a ceramics artist, work together occasionally on various projects to highlight the niche of miniature art for the market. Find her work in her Etsy shop.
I brought my rats home for thanksgiving break and I’m laughing because the cats are terrified of them
Two cats won’t give up on trying to enter a Japanese Art Museum, the war has been going on for 2 years now.
You guys are missing the best part: THE CATS HAVE THEIR OWN MUSEUM MERCH.
Two cats won’t give up on trying to enter a Japanese Art Museum, the war has been going on for 2 years now.
You guys are missing the best part: THE CATS HAVE THEIR OWN MUSEUM MERCH.
big cats playing
This isn’t just tigers obviously but I think it’s amazing how even though they aren’t the same species they recognise each other as a part of the cat family and play as they would with their own kin! So cute
Solidarity
You have a choice between destroying the political cartoon art style or the family guy/CAD/goanimate art style
