I think the most confusing part about me is that I’m everyone’s token emo/spooky girl with the Halloween birthday.
But I actually hate this holiday. I can’t escape it, and it makes me want to die.
Apparently telling someone you want to isolate, cry, and do drugs isn’t an appropriate response when they ask how you’re celebrating your birthday.
I thought it was ✨my day✨
9 years ago my mom thought I was looking kind of down so she sent me on a last minute trip to Ireland with her travel group for my birthday.
I miss her so much.
My toxic trait as a Subaru driver is that when it rains, I don’t really slow down or drive differently. I just sing “scuba-scuba-woo!” to the tune of Scooby Doo while speeding
So many people are telling me to watch the bear on Hulu, and I tried. But I can’t relive the trauma and chaos of work while I’m trying to decompress from work.
Congratulations on making a show that actually feels like a restaurant. I hate it.
If you’re proudly flying a drumpf flag next to an American flag on your obnoxious car this weekend, you’re not a patriot. You’re a loud bigot announcing your cult allegiance.
This week on skincare—I chose my cleanser because the brand publicly severed ties with a conservative influencer.
Whatever it takes to narrow down the options.
I’m still thinking about the comment someone left last year to skip dessert because my chocolate sauce tasted like Hershey’s.
First of all, thank you. That’s what I was aiming for.
Second of all, I use Valrhona so fuck you.