tay mabelitini

gonna need a private threads account and QUICKLY

“Refusing to harden your heart is a radical act.” — @artofmarza.bsky.social

It’s hard to stand in the face of a movement that hates empathy and respond with… empathy. It’s hard to counter cruelty with compassion. But that’s the way forward.

If I become like my enemy, my enemy has won.

whiskey breath, titties out, stupid in love, this is a country song right

max just saw me tipsy belt-shout natasha bedingfield’s unwritten at top volume in this bar so yes i do think he is in fact in love with me

big fan of the woman next to me at this baseball game doing the nyt crossword and reading her e-book

hey siri why am i like, devastatingly bummed for no discernible reason

trading in my overly expensive lease today for a used car from 2013 and feeling like that one meme of nicole kidman after her divorce

sure I talk about it online a lot but max literally accidentally calls me his wife so delulu i am not

can’t believe i’m getting married the same year as Taylor Swift (presumably)

do you think the conservatives would lose it if i told them that every time i remove the background from an employee’s headshot and then save it the file name is “[NAME]-trans” or like

do i think that being a maid of honor a year before i get married is good for me? yes. do i also think it’s going to drive me fucking bonkers and make me want to elope. yes

still can’t figure out if the place to be is here on bluesky, or threads, or even back on twitter, and at this point i’m too tired to

captioning a post “credit to the artist” without actually tagging or naming the artist is not the move, hope this helps

being single sucks sometimes. it really does. but you have to learn to enjoy your own company and love spending time alone at least a little bit or else you will go mad even when you find a person because you can’t give them space without losing yourself or crashing out

as someone who was single for like, nine years, and only dated for like four of those years before finding a boyfriend, i would like to take every person who can’t be single and enjoy their own company for even a week by both of their shoulders and shake them while screeching like a barn owl

it’s me ya girl making a short story long

finally living up to my italian heritage by shouting into the phone on a street corner in broad daylight

I have had a really hard time being a person lately, and tonight I made myself both dinner and lunch for tomorrow using Trader Joe’s frozen stuff plus some fresh shredded beef from Kroger. But mostly frozen stuff. so if you have to use the frozen stuff to make sure you eat vegetables: do it

one year of us ♥️

how it started / how it’s going

nothing like waiting far too long to diy your concert outfit and then it still being sopping wet in the dryer when it’s time to go and having to come up with an equally cool outfit in five minutes

who can resist the allure of a warm trampoline on a summer’s day

“tay how is it a surprise if you know about it”

i am frustratingly curious and have spent the last nine years plus planning my own birthday parties so if he didn’t admit they were planning something i would have tried to do it myself so i know the party is *happening* but i know none of the details

last year I slid into a man’s DMs on my birthday to admit I thought he was cute and this year he lives in the same state as me and has spent the last month planning a surprise birthday party for me with my best friend. so. love is out there

i know i’ve hit 30 because i just had the thought “i could fuck up a salad bar right now”

dirty thirty ✨

the engine is seized and I don’t know why and I am praying with everything I have that it’s covered by the warranty (right now they said the part is?)

it is 3pm. I dropped my car off at 8am to the dealership to be looked at and I am now deeply anxious I ruined it, it broke it, or something. they close in three hours and I don’t know if I’ll have a car because it started struggling to accelerate on the highway. I am so stressed

do i have a headache because of the wildfire smoke or my period or dehydration or not eating enough or too much caffeine or not enough caffeine or not enough sleep or family stress or the looming specter of my thirties or

i think this is a brilliant collab but max thinks i’ m silly goosing too close to the sun (again) (it’s a frequent occurrence)

thirty-somethings and up: would you or would you not spend $2.50 on a pez dispenser if it was filled with tiny rectangular tums and had your favorite pop culture character on it