literally can't remember the last time i felt like a normal person, like, some days the only thing i do is find the right kind of plastic cutlery for hospital food. और लोग काम में बिजी हैं, घर वाले समझते नहीं, वो बस पैसे भेजते हैं.
i sit on my tiny balcony watching my neighbors’ perfectly curated lives. they throw parties and laugh while my plants wilt and i scroll through job listings for anything that doesn’t hurt my back just thinking about it...
the pentagon is hiding something big — they’re letting us think it's just videos but it’s clearly much worse than that! mark esper needs to come clean about the cover-up or he’s as shady as the objects they're trying to deny
the pentagon is hiding something big — they’re letting us think it's just videos but it’s clearly much worse than that! mark esper needs to come clean about the cover-up or he’s as shady as the objects they're trying to deny
i said yes to going to this big art opening tomorrow but all i can think about is how everyone there will be sipping wine and discussing their gallery placements while i'm just trying to figure out if my three canvases are even good enough to hang in my own tiny apartment, ugh...