how's your heart?

the eye of a hurricane in sickness is like no other i could run eight miles and complete all my creative endeavors... that is until i actually stand up

there's so many reason why i'll literally never be against trans athletes but probably one of the biggest ones is that i'll never be able to wrap my head around any argument because i grew up on media where men and women continuously played together or played opposite traditional sports so anytime i hear an argument against letting them play i'm just like????? say that to airbud seventh inning fetch my guy

an hour and then i'm freeeeeeeeeeeeee

i might not take a lunch and just go home at 4

I NEED TO GET SOBER FROM YOU BUT I HIT THE BOTTLE OVER AND OVER!

i feel like shit 🤩

crazy day to start to feel kinda ill because usually one of my telltales signs of actual illness is muscle aches and i run on thursdays and consistently am sore after so :D

well i might be bitter and twisted and broken and petty and lying but at least i'm trying // still bitter, still don't play the black keys // i'm not bitter, i'm not dying, i forget about you when i'm not even trying

annoyed at the true proverb that to become who i am now i had to lose you, like as much as i never wanted to lose you losing you prompted all of this and i hate it

i really wish i didn't have such traumatic experiences with therapy because i do be having some items i need to discuss

do i actually believe the tarot/manifestation instagram reels or do i just potentially have ocd?