Carpe Noctem

it’s never a normal temperature anymore it’s always some fucking bullshit

I’m not the woman I was a few years ago or even a year ago but I still like to hold her hand and remind her she did her best with what she knew

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

Im glad they made up romance for stories and music but can you imagine how scary it would be to deal with all that for real

you have to be careful reading too many things that are good/smart/well-written bc then you encounter something that isnt and you get confused like ? why didnt they just make this good ? were they stupid

my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush

all i need is a sweet treat. and six thousand dollars

hey is anyone else sick of having to adapt to horrible conditions over and over again