listen up, fives

very late reblog to say hey I'm still alive and I remembered this password and it's nice to see that my beloved liz lemon @lemonistas is here tumblring away about our day at the book barn, where I only bought one duplicate book (a win in my house). also if you're in the us please vote for the love of god my body was not made for two of his presidencies

Official Post of Massachusetts

man with excellent self restraint dismayed to realize that not wanting anything is more likely a depression symptom than a carefully honed skill that atones for other aspects of his character

anyone else letting the days go by and letting the water hold them down or is it just me and that dude in the big suit

"it gets easier with time" have you ever considered I want it to be easy now?

My beloved @lemonistas has been the recipient of a stream of text messages that have been increasingly insane due to life reasons and she gently suggested I calm the fuck down at a day spa, so off we went into the Berkshires, where hundreds of disappointing daughters before us had been shipped off due to their nerves, and well. It was an experience! Some man pulled me around like a piece of taffy and every time I would relax he would move and I would tense up again and my arm still hurts and I did a Meditation about sleep where the man talked the whole time (seems counterproductive) and we spent time in the spa for gossip reasons. The whole day was good research for my Idea that I’m gonna get to soon, I swear. Also I would be so good at being rich, holy fuck! They had a class where you could pay to do farm chores and I did NOT fall for that scheme but I did my best to take a Himalayan bowl session seriously and I 75% succeeded. So all in all, a good day.