I love existing. no not in a deep philosophy type way but in a "my-friends-and-coworkers-have-so-much-lore" way. like what do you mean your husband almost killed a guy yesterday. what do you mean your professor who you have a crush on invited you over for drinks. what do you mean your situationship sent you 4k. you all are so interesting all I need to do today is remember to brush my teef
i鈥檓 about to tell a half-lie. the professor I have a crush on invited me to his apartment for drinks. like okkkkkayyyy girl 馃憖. ok so now for the half-truth of it, I wasn鈥檛 the only person he invited. however, this was a very, very funny message to send to my friend who unironically thinks I should risk it all on attempting to seduce a professor thirty years my senior
can someone hire me as a lighthouse keeper. my grip on reality is soooo stable and i will behave so normally under conditions of extreme isolation. and i promise i wont try to fuck the light
love when cats hear that you've woken up even just a little bit and they're like hiiiiiii oh my god oh my god!!!!! i wrote some poems in the night let me recite them for you. this one is called: screaming and knocking your water bottle off your nightstand