look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
Lavi is basically like a goddamn comet: appears once every hundred years, brings chaos and unrest, and omens that Something Important might come soon
so today is my first day at my new job where we’re actually allowed to wear headphone and watching movies all day (because we have to translate them into Vietnamese) and i’m actually love this job. However i only managed to talk to… 3 people i think in a room of like 30, and this is my first time working a back office job (i used to work in retail and front office) so i’m quite nervous about what to do (who am i kidding? i freaked out everything freaking time i started a new job). man i really hope i can stay here for long coz i’m honestly so tired of job-hunting
lanablack 