oh to be healthy oh to be deeply loved oh to be financially prosperous oh to have all the time in the world oh to belong somewhere anywhere

bring his ass to a simmer

my kids are gonna be like mommy what’s an ipad and i’m going to be like we DONT use that word in this house. play with worms.

It’s literally dark by 4pm. Do you think that’s good for me? Do you think I am loving that

some of yall will be like “i dont care about your dreams, i dont care about your spotify wrapped, i dont want to hear about your interests, dont you dare talk to me about your trauma,” and its like. what do you even have friends for. bc it sounds to me like you dont give a shit about anything that makes them a person. what do you talk about.

if you want to be chased, wear a red nose and step into a bullring you fucking rodeo clown