A Revolution of Tenderness

A fun fact about me is that my back hurts.

When a small mammal scrunches up and cleans its face and whiskers with its little hands very rapidly. I just wanted to give you that thought for a moment did u like it.

mental health status: need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet

UNPOPULAR OPINION: A lot of "mental health issues" disappear when bills are paid, rent is secure, and the fridge is full. Peace is expensive. And pretending money doesn't affect mental health is privilege.

probiotic drinks are so funny. we put a billion guys in here

we gave your drink an infection

The loudest guy in the fucking world: hey man

There's more after 'hey man' but you're deaf now

Let me give you all a tip that I doubt will be helpful for you, do not build a house if you do not already own a house. You might see “new construction, buy the lot and pay us and we’ll build this” listings on real estate sites, do not fall for them. A shitty one bedroom bird in the hand is better than a three bedroom new construction in the bush. These contractors suck ass. There is an 85% chance it will take YEARS to build that house and they will do it so incorrectly you will spend the rest of your life suing them to fix it. It’s not ALWAYS a scam but it is not a risk you want to take if you’re already renting and scraping buy. Get a house with good bones (get a private inspection) and work on making it your dream house, avoid paying for the concept of a house.

when that honey mustard hits

this isn’t a blog. it’s a coping mechanism

If you ever feel a little wave of love wash over you,,, that’s from me.

It's so fucking baffling to me that hospitals went back to not masking. Like good news, we have lots of empirical evidence that masking prevents infections! Now to go back to walking around this absolute petri dish of a building filled with extremely vulnerable people unmasked

still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.

we were lonely kids having fun together. do you remember?