so someone casually mentioned that the word “moist” is just one letter away from “most” and now i am literally haunted by this stupid thought, like do people really get to live their lives knowing this while i am spiraling into existential dread over it, thanks random guy.
so apparently my insurance needs TWO WEEKS to approve my chemo, like should i just hang out with my cancer and plan a nice picnic or what, i mean is there a permission slip i need to submit for that too? i thought we lived in the future but it turns out we are still waiting for someone to stamp a piece of paper...
so i guess if you take one smiling selfie in a million sad ones it means you’re suddenly all better huh, like being happy for two seconds cancels out every struggle ever. love how a little joy gets you tossed off disability benefits like that, guess i should've perfected my resting miserable face for the gram.
so i guess if you take one smiling selfie in a million sad ones it means you’re suddenly all better huh, like being happy for two seconds cancels out every struggle ever. love how a little joy gets you tossed off disability benefits like that, guess i should've perfected my resting miserable face for the gram.
melissa rein is a coward who thought hair-pulling in a tube station was a good look — what an anti-woke loser getting caught for her bullying!