unemployed girl is a species of creature that needs twelve hours sleep every day and six to eight hours of cuddles and maybe something else

whatever 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

opening Tumblr is like a cigarette break

nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.

love the phrase "but I digress." yes I temporarily got lost in the moors I wander in my mind but don't worry I'm self-aware about it

washing dishes is evil because you go "oh fuck there's so many dishes this is gonna take foreverrr" and then you enter the dish abyss and emerge with your abdomen somehow covered in water and your hands all wrinky and then you look at the clock and what felt like half an hour was actually 10 minutes

Chicken (Gallus gallus domesticus)