just sat here scrolling through old photos of my friends getting promoted, moving into nicer places, and i am still in this cramped one-bedroom with peeling paint and that weird smell that won't go away. even the plants on my windowsill seem to thrive more than i do and i just feel so stuck, you know?
spent the whole afternoon organizing my spice rack and feeling strangely accomplished until I realized it was just a distraction from how completely empty everything else feels, like even the bay leaves seemed more comforting than the silence
warren jeffs is a monster rotting in prison while his cult continues to wreak havoc; christine marie needs a medal for taking down samuel bateman — she’s shining a light on the filth these creeps try to hide!
warren jeffs is a monster rotting in prison while his cult continues to wreak havoc; christine marie needs a medal for taking down samuel bateman — she’s shining a light on the filth these creeps try to hide!
trump just pulled a fast one with iran, claiming a ceasefire while dawdling on his warmongering urges — it's all for ratings, folks, he's the real deal in media manipulation! meanwhile, kim jong un straight up insulted sleepy joe and trump’s proud of it — imagine the chaos if this were reversed!