Modernity has failed us || she/they, ace || This anger is long-built and finely-honed || Our God lives. || let me know when I’m wrong so I can become right.
Sitting alone in a Cracker Barrel in Indiana eating a 9:30pm dinner, the only other guests are also single parties, “Crazy for Feeling So Lonely” comes on the radio. Ouch
I’m 20 minutes into class, my teacher has thus far thanked circulation librarians for their service and admitted to canceling his standing office hours because they were too awkward.
Sometimes I’m like “my anxiety isn’t very bad” and other times I have a panic episode, take my emergency medicine, and then sit there anxious that it won’t work this time.
@letgreglive_ Ladybugs are evil. The swarm and cover walls and cars and they BITE. I hate ladybugs. One time I was at the beach playing in the sand during a really bad ladybug season and there were a half dozen ladybugs in a single fistful of sand. They are THE WORST.
The girls on this patio at work are composing a parody of “Wildest Dreams” by Taylor Swift and making it about Father Nerinx, catholic priest.
🎶“Say you’ll remember me, standing at the altar, leading you in mass, baby.”🎶
I see jokes about DnD campaigns needing a cleric cos no one wants to play one but I want to let you know that my fam is so religious that the only reason our games weren’t “Oops! All Clerics” was powerful self control.
My cat’s litter box is next to the toilet, so I never close the bathroom door. She has taken to coming into the bathroom and peeing in her box while I’m peeing on the toilet. I think she’s trying to bond.
@shanamstruble Back closet, paint the door red, expressly forbid and guests to open it and then leave for the bathroom to tempt their curiosity. When they look, come up behind them creepily and shout “HOW DARE YOU?”
My favorite thing about living alone is that I don’t use 5 glasses in a day because my dad constantly assumes that cup has been abandoned and puts it in the dishwasher.
Nothing has ever mixed up my Spotify recommendations like the one night my ADHD decided that I could only write my 7-page paper if I was listening to Champagne Problems.