When women used to be depressed or were not “taking care of their men” properly their husbands could send them to the psych ward for attitude adjustments. This was part of conditioning them to always wear a smile. They believed that if a woman saw herself smiling that it would become natural practice and that she would be “cured”. This often went along with shock therapies.
I feel everything.
I don’t know which is worse.
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being a pizza delivery driver is great because literally no one is disappointed to see you
Courtyard, Guadalajara, Mexico
I’m reblogging this again cause it’s that awesome.
Then there’s the Navy
Anxiety isn’t cute. Don’t act like you have it because if you want it, here. Have mine. Because it’s not fucking cute and I don’t want it.