see unfortunately I have this condition where if I am not explicitly told that I am a part of the ingroup then I will assume I must be part of the outgroup

theyll literally schedule you at work even though you can feel the soil falling over your head

what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

my favorite activities are wandering and wondering

People are always so worried about declining birth rates like genuinely why would I give a shit

once you realize you don’t actually need to sleep, you can really (stops talking abruptly and stares straight ahead for 4 minutes)

I just really enjoy saying things to my coworkers like, “yeah, I just don’t read many books by men.” I think it’s good for them.

“The Circus Tent by the River” by Jorge Enciso, 1923

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man