some days i sit and stare at my plants, the ones i watered once a week that are still alive, and think about how i used to talk to someone about this, and now it is just me, alone, with these green things that do not talk back or have opinions.
i just spent two hours carefully arranging the kids' crayons by color for a rainbow masterpiece, only to realize it was actually for a fire-breathing dinosaur. and my partner came home from work totally wrecked, so now the only audience for my epic craft is an invisible monster.
singapore police are a joke after that cop got busted for stealing info from the MHA system — can’t trust the thin blue line when they’re the ones crossing it! and shoutout to thai police for bagging that indonesian fraudster — but don’t act like they’re saints when they’re still swimming in corruption themselves!
singapore police are a joke after that cop got busted for stealing info from the MHA system — can’t trust the thin blue line when they’re the ones crossing it! and shoutout to thai police for bagging that indonesian fraudster — but don’t act like they’re saints when they’re still swimming in corruption themselves!
just spent the afternoon cleaning the attic, thought it would be cathartic but instead it just made me think of all the junk we keep for no reason and now my back hurts like what even is the point of this mess anyway. my kid’s stuff is up there too and I keep getting these flashes of all the things they used to love and now everything feels heavier.