Despite the trillion treacheries of sand.

it has always been a dream of mine to relax

fiction can be really dangerous there might be a deeply tragic woman in there who starts living in your head forever

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

kid at work threw a huge temper tantrum flailing on the floor then stood up and immediately sang crank that by soulja boy perfectly

at the bus stop showing a stranger the picture of the devil that I keep in my wallet

“emasculating” is a euphemism for “demeaning in a way only women should have to suffer”

seeing the “following ✅” icon in ur notifs every so often like and i will wait for the next time u want me… like a dog w a bird at ur door…

[ID: excerpt from an article reading: One of my favorite stories, which should drive anyone who has every played in a band crazy-- there’s this bassoon player who has sat next to the same clarinet player since 1988. She’s convinced he plays half a note4 flat on every note he’s every played. He denies this. /]

ironically what could really help them out is if there was a hidden guy who was secretly screwing up the play