My brag today: I cannot find my wallet and the things I'm most worried about losing are a Pokémon card from my old dear friend, pics of my dead grandparents and a couple of pictures I really looked gorg in

Mornings.
Don't like them.
Moist.
Hot coffee.
Put a mask on and some boots.
Go out.
The world is always a bit more cold than you expected.

Me: I hope I can find a nice job
My maybe future employers, 40 minutes before the interview, full knowing I live in another part of the city and I do not drive: hey, any chance you can come earlier?


(I have been looking for weeks and I am not kidding if I say this is one of the best jobs I could land at the moment. Not my dream job, not a good pay or anything. Just the best I could get now. Shitty capitalism you ruined everything you stupid bitch)

Me singing in the streets.
People staring.
Keep hating bitches, I say.
They no hating tho.
They concerned.

TIL if you candidly admit to have a diagnosed, treated, under control mental illness during an interview, they'll use it to justify making you a worse contract

I should have a baby with someone and Elon Musk and JK Rowling should have a baby too and my baby will defeat their baby and will basically be the revolutionary stoner Jesus

My Instagram mutuals don't deserve me I swear

Someone read this book so we can bond on the trauma xoxo

Just saying that in the introduction there's a guy saying "My fren never had mushrooms, but I did and damn homeboi hit close to home"

The struggle of my partners