woke up sick to my stomach because I dreamed about that fucking crackle nail polish we all wore in 2010 what the fuck was that who decided that shit was cute i’m in a cold sweat
cancelling plans is ok. plotting against your treacherous uncle is ok. staging a play to figure out whether he was responsible for the death of your father is ok. accidentally stabbing your ex-girlfriend's father through a curtain is ok. do what you need to do to cope.
Teaching is the weirdest job in the world bc I have a kid who always has a fanny pack and I’ve never asked what’s in it, but today he pulled out a bottle of tabasco and said he has it “just in case somebody needs it”.