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turn up the harpsichord i cant hear the harpsichord

A couple weeks ago my boyfriend (habitual sleeptalker) said in his sleep “thats crazyyyyyy” and I said “what’s crazy?” And he said “that you didn’t know that” and then turned over and did not elaborate. And I can’t stop thinking about it what didnt I know..

@cityglowing did we ghostwrite this in OUR sleep

Guy who has to one-up everything: yeah, well, I had couscouscous for dinner last night

guten fucking morgen

The really unfortunate thing about mental health progress is that sometimes you realize you've made it in the form of "wow, I haven't felt this bad in a fucking while"

On the one hand it's a bit of a pick me up in a dark place to know that this will pass because it has passed before on the other hand sometimes it isn't entirely a pleasant thought to go "wow, I used to feel like this all the time. That was pretty fucking bad. It's pretty bad right now too also."

Someday your current baseline will be the sort of thing you consider A Really Bad Day. It does get better.

my liege is that item on the shelf too high for you to reach? fear not, i shall grab it for you. HNNNNNGHHH MMMMMHHGGH HHHHHHHH (cant reach it either)well shit my liege

the secret truth is that men and women are literally exactly the same

nonbinaries... largely the same, only differing from men and women in one respect: we are slightly -- but measurably -- cooler.

i mean they

You don't like tumpet? 🎺? bwaaa?

Chappell Roan was right. it is like a hundred ninety nine degrees