a girl in one of my classes sent out an email saying “you’ll be having a furry classmate this semester” and my heart stopped but she was talking about her service dog

quarantine feels kinda like that area between christmas and new years where i have no idea what day of the week it is, or if i’m supposed to be going to work. AM and PM blend together. i’ve taken four naps in 10 hours. leftovers are my primary foodsource. got that weird sunday anxiety except it’s every day for the next 2 weeks

[me drawing 7s with a little line through them to impress girls in the library]: hmm. what? yes, i always draw 7s like this. it’s normal for me.

cute date idea: we go to a botanical garden. you point out a flower and i immediately eat it

Hey guys I just found out in this class that during the Black Death, aka The Great Mortality, the gravediggers guild in Florence negotiated themselves a higher salary and political power because they were suddenly the unexpendable laborers supporting society....Just An Idea from 700 years ago

The key word here is "guild" y'all... That's old-timey speak for unionized.

GROCERY GUILD TIME

I hate it when people ask “do you trust me” like …don’t call me out like that ……..the answer is no

*sees a feather on the ground* *small gasp* a gift

u know yr fucked when someone is so fine u can’t even look at them directly u gotta glance at them out of the corner of your eye like yr lookin at the sun

When ppl kno about ur depression and they randomly ask “are you okay? How are you doing?” In that special voice

Whats up u depressed bastard