Is It Weird That I Like The Cottagecore Fashion Aesthetic (cause Quite A Bit Of It Is Pastels, Which

Is it weird that I like the cottagecore fashion aesthetic (cause quite a bit of it is pastels, which I love), but also wholeheartedly believe this is better living than how the vast majority of the US works right now?

Like I'm over here like YES!

But please let me keep the pastelie clothes.

Cottage Core is Out, Reasonably sized apartment near a community garden and local stores -core is in!

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Storytime cause I can't fit it in the tags:

I live with my dad, but he's such a hindrance that as soon as i move out he's getting blocked on everything.

Now, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't call him abusive, really, but he does have abusive behaviors he tends to do as he was raised that way by an actually abusive piece of shit father:

He (unknowingly) gaslights us constantly, meaning I don't trust him anymore and won't ever again.

He sleeps most of the time, and all he is worried about is literally going back to bed, not caring about helping us.

He will ask us if we need anything, but if we don't, he fucks off and goes to fucking sleep where we can't get him if we end up needing him later.

He shuts down anyone if we try to explain something he doesn't wanna hear (at least me and mom).

He talks back even when he is 100% without-a-doubt wrong.

Because he kinda often beat my ass until i was 6 at most i don't trust him with fucking any of my problems

And before anyone gets on my ass without context, yes, my dad has narcolepsy; that's not the problem. The problem is that he doesn't even try to help us. "But he asks y'all if you need anything—" yes, but that isn't his goal. He asks so he can get the greenlight to sleep for 4+ hours cause he doesn't actually want to help us.

Normally, this would be fine (my brother is an adult), but with us, it's not. Since he always did everything for us growing, my older brother can't take care of me (as i am greatly disabled) cause he doesn't have the fucking skills to and feels incompetent in his (good enough) abilities, so he always gets our dad to when I want nothing to fucking do with him.

This is why my mom had to stop working. We were literally dysfunctional without her to take care of me because my dad was such a terrible father that my older brother—who is a fucking adult—is too incompetent to help take care of me like my mom tasked him with for fuck's sake.

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Then in the other direction, it's fucking weird.

Reason being? That kind of happened to me and made me feel that way.

And while no one actively guessed my age, two people (one of which drew my blood as a doctor) assumed I was my dad's wife????

First time they assumed cause I was holding my dad's arm cause I was anxious and apparently in their mind that was a romantic gesture???

Like, deadass, that's what she said after I admitted I was 12 (this was years ago but I still remember cause it was so weird) and my dad confirmed that no, he didn't marry a child; that was his daughter.

Second time we were just on a walk and some guy commented on how nice my dad's "wife" looked (it was me and I was incredibly weirded out cause that was my fucking dad he was talking to about me).

Now, just so you know, the reason why they assumed I was his wife and not his daughter is because 1.) he looks young for being 40, and 2.) I looked like I was at least 18 since 2nd grade.

This is what was weird about me in 2nd grade which made people outside of my grade level assume that: I was tall as shit (shorter my current stance at 5'10 but still over 5 feet which is average for Adult women in the US), and I had to wear decently-sized bras despite being 7–8 years old back then.

And because I was tall as shit and had decently-sized boobs since 2nd grade, apparently many of the kids in my older sister's grade assumed I was older and was held back.

So yeah, it can be really weird if you guess someone is older than they are if they just so happen to be a minor, so maybe don't even guess, regardless if they tell you to, no matter who they are?

I don't mean in fear of the person being offended, just as a precaution, since there could be a chance that the person you assumed was an adult wasn't even of age, which might make the situation incredibly awkward for both parties if they tell you they are a minor (especially if their appearance is because of hormones being completely out of wack, and they were never put on puberty blockers when they should have to combat that).