oh brother here we are

some of you don’t seem to realize that In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" but the fighter still remains

sorry but jack abbot the hospital’s resident Flirt being a pathetic loser in the presence of samira mohan most beautiful and competent and smartest woman alive is sooooo fucking funny and delicious. imagine misinterpreting her being upset about her patient as being upset for you and brushing it off with a “oh no i’m fine….dont worry about me….🥺” only for her to say “i wasn’t talking about you” like i do think i would kill myself

tools in my toolshed have started expressing rudimentary emotions

hoes mad

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

This makes me laugh to the point of tears every time I see it

time to bake something! sure hope there won’t be dishes once i’m finished!

by talos this can’t be happening

the role of the person in the passenger seat is not only navigator but secretary as well. you have to type up the drivers messages to random ladies on facebook about cbd cream & google whether that billy joel song was the theme song for that show or not

you also have to provide a henchmans disdainful scowl at whoever the driver is flipping off in the target parking lot