Sir, I'm Just A Bellboy

all these fellas out here looksmaxxing but they need to be booksmaxxing.

tragic that instead of sparking a bunch of new gay romance shows (or, in my wishful thinking mind, lesbian hockey romance shows), the popularity of heated rivalry has apparently sparked the adaptation of a bunch of straight hockey romances. I cannot think of anything I would like to watch less than a hetero hockey romance. M/M hockey romance is already on thin enough ice due to the general poisonous vibes of men’s hockey culture, M/F hockey romance is me yelling at those women to run into the arms of another woman instead (again, due to the general poisonous vibes of men’s hockey culture PLUS the heterosexuality of it all)

I think I finally failed whatever secret test my mom was giving me all these years :/

gonna be honest i don’t know how many more ‘enter the 6 digit code we sent to your phone’s i got left in me

when it wasn't meant to be 🤣🤣 but the potential of possibility still plagues you 🤔

when it wasn't meant to be 🤣🤣 but the potential of possibility still plagues you 🤔

when it wasn't meant to be 🤣🤣 but the potential of possibility still plagues you 🤔

when it wasn't meant to be 🤣🤣 but the potential of possibility still plagues you 🤔

when it wasn't meant to be 🤣🤣 but the potential of possibility still plagues you 🤔

reminder to all disabled people that you’re allowed to tell people “i can’t do that” about stuff you can ‘technically’ do but which harms you or requires a period of recovery or preparatory rest etc. you don’t have to explain the complex nuances of your condition to anybody who demands it. i’ve found it’s honestly better to give the least amount of info about your symptoms unless you trust a person a lot. you hold the power over your health information. you choose whether or not to share the details of your condition with people who might not understand.