my biggest fear is that i’m actually like 4 months pregnant at any given moment and i have no idea until it’s too late and then i will have no other choice but to push a giant creature out of my vagina. i would rather get my head chopped off i think
we all know saint valentine is responsible for love and saint patrick is the patron of the irish.
but who’s in charge of more niche stuff, like clowns, hangovers, and bees? well, here’s a thread of saints you can talk to about highly specific problems! 🧵