the thing i hate about living where i live is that nobody knows how to stay in their fucking lane. i mean that metaphorically and literally. everyone is nosy and a bad driver
if you as a woman are so unsatisfied with your love life that you want to go back to the 1950s, a time where you had virtually no rights, you are next level pathetic. no, you wouldn’t be dating romantic men left and right. you’d be domestically abused by your husband.
do not come to my funeral if you can’t handle being possessed by the demon that’s behind all my tweets. i don’t want to hear whining from the person who becomes the new vessel.