At this point, I'm convinced I was assigned crying as my main activity for the year. Cry, recover, gather myself, cry again. Even my tear ducts deserve a break. Surely I've fulfilled my quota. Can we wrap this year up now? Enough now. PLEASE.
๐ฏ May everything and everyone I hold dear be covered in love, light, healing and protection. I'm manifesting peace, answered prayers and beautiful things. May life be gentle with us.
This Friday can actually go fuck itself. What a profoundly disappointing use of a day. An absolute disservice to my existence. This day has left such a bad taste in my mouth, and I've had enough of it. It hasn't even earned the privilege of being remembered.
I really thought today was going to be a good day. Woke up feeling good and looking forward to it, only for the day to turn out so differently. Now I just wish I could go back to that version of myself from this morning, before the day went to shit. ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
I love those random bursts of confidence that have me taking the nastiest pictures and videos of myself. Sometimes I get carried away, but having someone to send all that goodness to instead of keeping it all in my gallery? Even better. Yeah, I love that for me.
A positive pregnancy test would have me processing approximately 47 different emotions. Somewhere in that process I'd remember that my smoking days are officially on pause. I'd need a personal moment of silence for weed cause now that's a plot twist I would need a minute with. ๐ญ
I fear I enjoy being high a little too much. The feeling, the calm, the way my brain takes a little detour from its usual programming. Whoever came up with this clearly knew what they were doing because why does it feel this good just to exist?
Some people genuinely struggle with the idea that other adults have lives they aren't entitled to access, supervise or keep tabs on. And at a certain age, that's just embarrassing. Honestly, ew... just ew.
I fear I'm a big dick supremacist, especially when we're talking about my man. The size, the shape, the girth, the curve, the game. And the fact that he understands rhythm, angles and exactly what to do with what he's been given? I appreciate a well-rounded experience. Literally.
Has the cost-of-living crisis reached the plugs too? Because these blunts are getting increasingly miniature. Are we practising portion control in the weed industry? What exactly am I supposed to do with this little thing???