coming to terms with being a one thing a day kind of girl.. whether thatβs a single email or 2500 word essay I leave entirely up to chance. doing the dishes also counts
my bf knows more about laundry specifics than i do (i.e., sorting, cycle speed, ideal temperature, drying). i consult him & and thatβs on sexy masculinity!
today i witnessed an elderly woman with alopecia literally stop to smell the roses β a compassionate image during a particularly rough personal episode of hair loss. itβs times like this i really do believe in god.
when you think youβre getting signed but itβs actually just a bot π«
scammers really out here trying to come for my wallet AND my throat with an appeal to my fucking hopes and dreams. sickening!