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Mommy needs you to smoke the whole cigarette so you grow up big and strong, ok sweetie?

your sourdough starter fucking bit me

It's been a long time since I've felt safe, or comfortable in a restaurant environment. Since I changed my stance and my general persona the wait staff at Kelsey's jusr doesn't give me that trademark smile I'd grown accustomed too. I can see them try. I can see in their eyes how badly they want to treat me like any other guest. But it doesn't happen anymore. I don't feel attended to anymore. All because I hunch over so far my knuckles touch concrete. And they hate it. They hate my essence and that I'm no longer in control. I wishi could still takes my dates to rainforest cafe

Ever since I was a little girl ive always wanted to open the emergency exit door

Planter pots without drainage ... sick fucking joke

I’ll admit I’ve sent a 👍 in my time

Never have never will

Engineers going to uni for years to learn what beavers 🦫 know intuitively. Embarrassing.