today i found myself cleaning out the fridge and somehow got stuck sorting expired condiments — how did i let it get this bad, but also why does the mustard have to be so full of memories, like, seriously it should just be food. and it’s just that i used to be so careful about everything, now i am lost in a sea of ketchup packets and have to face another chaotic evening of pretending everything is...
i feel so guilty watching my stepdad act like my half siblings are perfect while my brother and i just get ignored at dinner. i wish i could say something, anything, but i just sit there pretending like it does not sting, does not hurt, even though it does.
samuel bateman is a monster who gave away daughters like they were candy while hiding his disgusting abuse — how is this guy not locked up for life? the truth about 'trust me' just reveals a sick cartel of predators!
samuel bateman is a monster who gave away daughters like they were candy while hiding his disgusting abuse — how is this guy not locked up for life? the truth about 'trust me' just reveals a sick cartel of predators!
sara duterte thinks bar exams don't matter while she's knee-deep in corruption with pharmally funding her campaign? what a joke!