better than firewhiskey

she’s gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair

What stage of grief is ignoring your texts and sitting at your desk crying but continuing to work because you might as well be useful when you feel so much like this

20-something-dom and chronic mental illness is really just dragging your body from one obligation to the next and intermittently going to sleep better for it before you wake up and remember you gotta do it again forever. Eating, exercising, caring, working, sleeping. And some days you feel the truth of it being worth it and some days you just have to tell yourself it is.

You will never (never never never) catch me speculating about real public figures’ private lives or, gd forbid, their private relationships. HOWEVER, I have gotten so deep into NHL that I’ve been exposed to whatever the hell McDavid and Draisaitl and their partners-who-are-also-best-friends have going on with their houses that are next door to each other and their joint honeymoon… and it’s all been entirely against my will.

My fave tags of late include “You Know What Fuck You (Un-forces Your Proximity)” and “To Be Loved Is To Be Changed (You Are Sometimes Dragged Kicking And Screaming Towards That Change)”

it ain’t the empty home baby / you know I’m good on my own / it’s more the being unknown

I don’t know if I’m hangry or sleep-deprived or just disillusioned or actively depressed but I am teetering on the fucking edge this week

Getting my period outside of the quarterly schedule and immediately crashing out and taking excess pill dosages because what the FUCK and also this is NOT aligned with my desire for slav fuckboy energy

Never thought I’d be this pleased to go to bed drunk, knowing I’m going to get like 6 hours’ sleep before I need to physically go to the office

Showing up to the vet for my cat’s annuals with cuts and bruises all over my legs, then he proceeds to be a perfect angel baby for the (admittedly incredible) vet. Average parent experience.

There’ll be roses on the shelf / ‘cause this house gon love itself

Would've been the best mistake Should've kissed you anyway