nobody’s abode

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

people in fiction are always making plans like "how about tuesday?" and then leaving without elaborating. what time? where? do you even have each other's numbers? deeply stressful

i am afraid to have induced panic in people via my methods🧍🧍

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence

daughter (non-practicing)

I wish they made it even marginally possible to get a job like I’m so fucking sorry I don’t have a rare but also highly demanded skillset, an agreeable disposition, and the ability to survive off of three nickels a week I’m soooo sorry

Imagine the level of whimsy I could reach if I just had $5M in my bank account rn

Realizing the depression is not seasonal is like: Wow! What a beautiful flower! The birds are singing! I sure do love spring! I think I am fundamentally unlovable as a person.