One time in seventh grade I wore red eye makeup because I just wanted to look like Gerard Way but everyone just kept asking me if I was sick. Such a bummer.
Literally just drop me in the middle of a forest with a backpack full of the necessities and I’ll be fine, I was built to live in the trees. I was not, however, built to have annoying ass neighbors.
If I accidentally forget to respond to messages on social for like six months and texts for a week or more, I’m really sorry, I think I’m honestly ready to chuck my phone into the river and go live in a forest I’m sorry.
Like guys no one person knows every single thing. I would rather be told a doc doesn’t know than be misdiagnosed. So shoutout to people who can admit they’re unsure without letting pride get in the way. That’s the shit we need tbh.
I’m a medical mystery at the moment and the doctor was so so apologetic about not knowing what’s wrong. I’m not mad though because I promise it is so so okay for doctors and pretty much anyone in professional settings to admit they don’t know something!
Guys pls stop coming in hot with the “people won’t eat a tomato but will lick someone’s asshole” I ain’t about to eat either but I can justify one based on texture and it’s not the tomato.
“My ears are still itchy you didn’t ask but I’m going to complain so fucking loudly partially to hear myself over the itch and also as a form of self expression (that’s showbiz baby)”
I feel like @shiv_fitz doesn’t realize how cool and funny I am tbh
My husband is always claiming how I “wake up miserable” which is not entirely true. I wake up very crunchy and confused for a glorious few moments and then the reality of my life hits.
Sometimes I hammer the landscaping rocks into smaller bits to see what’s inside with a microscope. Sometimes when you hit a rock, a chunk flies off at a high velocity. Also sometimes you don’t consider that when you place your bong a foot and a half away from the hammer zone.