fentanyl does kill. stop taking these pills, stop doing coke. sam levison did a lot of fucked up shit this season but the thing he got right is how fentanyl is taking everyone and everything n he took a major tv show to highlight how bad the problem is getting
never understood the concept of keeping it in bc you don’t wanna embarrass yourself or bc they dont care. there is so much power in verbalizing your thoughts and feelings and the only person that benefits from ur silence is them. say what you want, their reaction is not the point
ever since I was a kid I knew I wasn't and still am not anyone's bestfriend. The kid who who was never anybody's favorite. The kid who poured her life into other people but never received the same in return and the kid who made peace with it a long time ago
- Put an AirTag in your car and on your keys. Hide the car one REAL good.
- take BC powder before you go to bed after drinking to avoid a hangover
- Plan B only works up to 165, otherwise take Ella.
- 9 incline on treadmill builds booty + 3.5 speed
- don’t trust men, ever
People don’t think cats are as affectionate as dogs if they’ve never been a cat’s person. If a cat imprints on you, they follow you from room to room and sleep with you at night and sit on or near you at all times. My cats are my little shadows. Wherever I am, my cats are (unless someone they don’t know is in my apartment which is extremely rare).
You have to earn a cat’s love, but once you have it, you have it completely. You become their safe space and they will go out of their way to be near you even if they aren’t always on top of you. Their love is more lowkey and independent. The purest love I’ve ever known. I love my babies with my entire soul
I got a text at 1:47 AM. “Mom, I really need you. I messed up. Can you come get me?” My mom died six years ago. I stared at the phone. I could’ve ignored it. Wrong number. Someone else’s problem. Instead, I replied: “I’m not your mom. But I am a mom. Where are you?” A location came through. A quiet gas station on the edge of town. I grabbed my sweater and keys and drove. I found a teenage girl sitting on a bench, knees to her chest, eyes red from crying. When I said, “I’m the one who texted you back,” she looked scared, then relieved. “I didn’t know who else to message,” she whispered. We went to a 24-hour café. I ordered her hot chocolate and toast. Let her talk. She’d fought with her parents, walked out, and realized too late she had nowhere to go. I sat beside her while she called her mom. I held her hand when her voice shook. We waited. When her mother arrived, she ran into her arms, crying. She looked at me like I was something special. I’m not. I just know that sometimes, when the world feels too big, any mom will do.
This girl said, “When I lost my spark nobody noticed, because I was still showing up for others. The only way I regained my spark was by isolating myself and limiting how I gave out my resources. People noticed that though.” And that’s really how it be