Untamellama - A Blog

A haircut. I was going through some pretty bad shit. I had a plan and everything. This was in the middle of the lockdown, so I hadn't had a haircut in so long. I wanted to look pretty at the funeral, so I gave myself a haircut. And I loved it so much, I was like I have to show people this, dying can wait. Still here. Different hair though.

Thank you soo much❤️

Can I be one of the cats?

"Toxic Positivity" is another phrase that gets bandied about so much that the whole of us forget what shapes our tongues need to make to form the right sounds.

Toxic positivity isn't smiling through tears or stiffing that upper lip, it's not hearing "the sun will come out tomorrow" on the old warped record player in your head or making jokes after a tragedy. At worst, those things are naivety and at best they're Hope.

If you want to see Toxic Positivity, capitalized and omnipresent, just to see what it looks like, go to any job recruiters' page on LinkedIn. It's a landscape made of rictus smiles and worn down manifestations; each profile is a shiny altar to a god that won't acknowledge it's been abandoned.