welcome to the sensory nightmare that is having a slippery guy, slathered in ointment, grabbing your forearm for purchase

thanks pops, very seasonal random text

experiencing a modern micro grief because i unfollowed one of the instagram accounts of a japanese dog whose owner went insane when they died and began posting scary ai morphs of the departed pup. that made me realize i follow a dozen dead japanese dogs so i unfollowed all of the dog ghosts at once.

the week of constant, invading bugs passed without notice and it doesn’t even matter because i’m still going to be on high alert for the foreseeable future

you ever see a bitch pick up a pineapple at trader joe’s and know she’s not gonna let it rot on her counter

i’m a “go outside and look at the moon” wife