Somebody tell me how to survive with #pots because I am miserable and clueless

Does anyone feel like mentoring me in the dark arts?

Going back in time and showing the founding fathers Stardew Valley

forgetting your headphones at home is the modern equivalent of leaving your sword behind in medieval times

Not poetry, just want you all to know that last night I had a dream that my little sister was adopted by a pod of orcas, so every subsequent family reunion had to take place near an ocean so that they could attend.

You said I deserved more than the half-hearted effort you gave me: someone kinder. Someone more patient. Someone better than you.

But instead of becoming that person, you saw yourself out. Instead of choosing evolution, you abandoned me at the very altar where you forgot your vows.

sending my sad poetry into the sky because it's the moon’s fault I’m in this mess