I’ve decided to leave X. Not that I have been on it much. It’s just not that great anymore. Musk shit. Follow me on Instagram @lindseywente if you want to be in touch through socials. 😘😘😘
My local trash burger place has a prayer box. And I wrote a post-it note prayer and put it in the box. I hope when they do their prayers they say “hear our prayer, and lord, one more please be with ‘all the boyfriends’ in your name amen”
Stone fruit season stresses me out. I worry I will blink and never taste delicious insides marked by summer and freedom.
I look forward to apple season and citrus season where I can just be. And it’s all average. And I don’t have to chase beauty.
All right cuties, I got a Substack.
Y’all should subscribe! If you have a substack, send it over and I’ll subscribe to you. 🌭🌭🌭
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I love life-long financially invested jokes—I think it would be funny if I bought a Nissan Cube and then George also bought a Nissan Cube and we became a Cube family.
Want to know a deep dark truth?
I’ll buy a novelty oversized T-shirt and wear it every day for months until I buy a new oversized novelty T-shirt and wear every day for months until I buy a new novelty T-shirt…
I just want to publish my book and have a few people read it and say nice things to me and I also want a cool little job that’s important yet unimportant and I get to do whatever I want and never work in the summer and never feel stressed.
This new draft is either fucking amazing or still terrible. And the only way to detect the difference is to obsessively put together a 1000 piece puzzle and forget who I am for a couple weeks.
I’m so happy to be in Taurus 🌳season. This Aries 🔥 season punched me in the face and now Taurus has brought me close to its bosom for rest. 🌸 I feel alive and nurtured not mercilessly beaten by a ram.