Give me something I can crush, something I can kill

the modern obsession with ozempic reminds me of the part in the margaret atwood's oryx and crake where there's like a magic pill that magically fixes all of your health problems but then it starts making everyone really sick and causes a plague that kills 90% of the world's population except those in an anti-technology cult

having depression before ssris were invented must have been hell

dress buying when you have boobs bigger than a b cup is horrible

every single maxi dress is either designed to look like an amish person would wear it or like a spirit halloween hippy costume

i say "curtains for zoosha" way too often and no one ever understands that reference

talked about my mom too much at therapy and no i need a glass of wine

i really wish i was better at setting boundaries with my mom