jess

dont get why teeth need nerves and shit in em. dont know why i cant just have my mouth rocks obliterate my food without them making me feel like there are wasps inside my gums desperately trying to get out every time i eat something with more than a teaspoon of sugar or anything 10 degrees above or below room tempurature

Your body has a limited supply of mouth rocks and needs to make sure you brain doesn’t smash them all because then your body won’t get any more fuel mush

i bought a set of watercolour paints on amazon a few days ago and in the product description it said it comes with a “free gift” so i was thinking “cool it’ll probably be like a paintbrush or sth” but the package just arrived and they sent me… a single serving of cat food????

they sent you a snack

this reminds of these kids I used to nanny. the eldest (8 at the time) taught me how to play chess with this set. I remember him going over the pieces and stated that Luigi was the queen and he, no joke, said “because he’s the nicest and you have to protect someone like that” that has always stuck in my head whenever I see Luigi now

he’s so fucking hot

His face look like Ron swanson

This is amazing! AMAZING. Chronic illness does its best to strip you of your dignity, your control, and your identity. This is a great example of how things that might seem trivial to a healthy person, can make all the difference in someones life. 

This also seems to show a great solution to the problem.

I would never care about a newborn baby so it wouldn’t fool me

me after taking two pills from a pill bottle labeled “pills that make it so if there’s a cherry pie in a bear trap, you can’t see the bear trap” and seeing a cherry pie right next to me: i mean, what are the odds right?

Constantly torn between “I can’t ask for help bc then I’m annoying and everyone will be mad” and “I must ask for help at every possible stage because I might do it wrong and then everyone will be mad” ya feel

She’s exploring, he’s retreating.

she’s going to KILL him