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being human is so weird i spent most of today sick in bed and still feel super cruddy but somehow found more motivation to clean my apartment than ive had in weeks
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does anyone else follow the true crime reporter brian entin i need someone to talk to about the fact that he landed in qatar, they closed the air space and then started being attacked all in less than an hour 😭 babe since when were you a war correspondent is your boss out to kill you?!?!
#dying at all the replies on his tweets like WILL YOU BE BACK FOR THE#KOHBERGER TRIAL???#y’all i think brian has bigger issues rn!!!
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have 🤪 you 🤔 ever 🫵🏻 gotten 😁 everything 😆 you 🤨 ever 😅 wanted 🥹 no 😙 but 😝 i 🥳once 😋 came 😛 very 😵💫 close 🤤
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if this stuffy nose isn’t a one off and instead gives way to a summer cold i will be so sad please pleaseeee
#my summer abroad was overall great but i spent like a good third of it absolutely miserable from being sick#and like low key i think it was covid bc it bounced around our group#and we were all just in denial but#i hate being sick during the summer ))):#so many little things last summer i would’ve been able to enjoy more if i wasn’t dripping snot w a sore throat#mod talk
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american jewish military history museum today if i get done what i need to by like 2pm…motivation…
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“Hot and bothered” in the sense that it is 90 degrees out and I am extremely annoyed
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if i wasn’t a literal child during the early 2000s i think i actually would’ve lost my marbles and taken to the woods and lived off grid until i died of scabies or something. i do. i do think that.
#like yeah yeah the way people bash anti-war ppl is the same as it always was#I WAS BORN IN 2000!! i had no frame of reference for that until now this is new frustration and i want to hit my head through a wall!!!#and i don’t even fully agree with a lot of current anti war sentiment to the extent that i feel out of place there too#get tucker carlson sympathizing away from me he’s a Holocaust denying POS not my ally#but like aughdgsgdhc. should i run away and never return. Maybe i wil
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everything ive ever let go of has claw marks in it 🤪🤪🤪🤪
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skyler and wyatt becoming friends omggg my best boys




prev into their texts (frm skyler’s pov)
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Robert leckie would get caught performative reading in the park and get made fun of for it on tiktok i fear
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this is how it feels when pms makes you the angriest person in the world and no one is taking their stuff out of the dryers in the laundry room so you’re probably going to be folding clothes at 9pm
#we have elevator cameras lmao sorry to the door person who just saw me hit the button for my floor#like it had personally wronged me#tw vent
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Just as it always did when things went to shit, the ocean began its siren song. John dragged his feet along the pier, collapsing at the edge and dangling his legs over the water. The sun was setting and he couldn’t say where the time had gone but that didn’t matter. He told himself he didn’t care about anything, not if he had the wind in his hair and sea spray on his face. He might hate his town and people in it but he could never bring himself to hate the ocean, even after everything it had done. “On the edge, are we? Do I need to call 999?” someone said from behind him. It was a girl’s voice. She had an accent but it was so slight it was barely there, just a lilt, enough to make anything she said sound pretty. The sound of it was safe and familiar and, even through the haze of misery, it made John smile. “Nah. You know me, blue skies forever."
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Salt and Vinegar ch3 is up now on ao3 🧂
Cover art by the wonderful and talented @triggerlil
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was about to walk away when i remembered the bag i grabbed today had my copy of with the old breed in it :(:




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