I ended up calling in sick and slept the entire morning and I thought I'd read this afternoon, no phone in sight, but I'm 30 pages into station eleven and wondering if maybe this is just going to give me a panic attack.
I know people who loved it and people who loathed it, all of whose book opinions I usually trust, and it's just. Is it a book about art and survival but also a pandemic and and and and and
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mutuals I am handing u nice warm bowls of soup
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god ive made such a good fucking soup. i should get a nobel prize or something
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I think theres something agonizingly poetic about waking up, knowing its gonna be a bad mental health day, and then getting awful news about the thing ur most stressed about. Like. Fuck me inparticular
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today I'm going to attempt to make chicken dumpling soup from scratch and without a recipe. I've made it a few times before in the years past, and I remember it being pretty simple? we shall see
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I guess the reason I don't like talking about my day at work that much currently is that, invariably, when I'm at the dinner table and I get asked how my day was, my sister lectures me or provokes me saying "So have you talked to admissions about going back to school" and I'm just like trying to ease away from that, because I could use less people staring at me from across the dinner table utterly disappointed in me
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Having a very good passover <3 Was a great day for me with school being closed, and I finally got delivered a school jacket i won in a draw!
Had fun making the seder for myself. Spent the night preping the food and making my own seder plate (I don't have a bone tho... limits). Made do with what I had <3
And shout out to my catholic friends who were supportive and chatted with me on text whilst I prepped for Passover XD <3
Feels a little less like I'm doing it alone by chatting with friends <3
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