me, eating a pile of nuts, cheese, and apple: mmmm tasty
the medieval peasant in my head watching me eat: thou knowst what would MAKETH this meal? dried fruits.
me, getting out the raisins: god damn, etheldred, you are SO right
the medieval peasant in my head: yet thou art still not heeding mine words regarding the blasphemy
having a freeze response to stress is so funny in the context of normal adult stressors. millions of years of evolution are trying to tell me that the email will not find me if i stay very still and do nothing
no homo but the deer in headlights look you got going on is doing it for me
the romantic tension between the blood related parent and the found parent is so fucking crazy gotta be one of my favorite ship dynamics
I have had 6-7 “Anthony James” scammers “looking for sugar baby” in under a week like… y’all.
reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead
she's in a better place now (her bedroom)
Me, shivering and shaking bc I cannot regulate my own body temp: maybe I’ll turn down the fan just a tiny bit
My child, the moment my hand touches the control: combusts into fucking flames
would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no
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