I get so annoyed when I invest 30 minutes in a 6-part bushcraft TikTok where the entire shelter is made out of natural materials and then they just use plastic sheeting for the windows at the end. It’s BUSHcraft, bitch. I know that plastic didn’t come from no bush!

I used to think if you tripped and fell it was a sign of weakness. Like, how can you not regain your balance and stay upright? Couldn’t be me. Yesterday I tripped and fell playing with my dog in the snow and on the way down I thought, “Who have I become?” Truly humbling.

Still thinking about Gabby not realizing Ivar was at breakfast lmao

when there's more than two people in my apartment

saying "girl, the tariffs" every time my husband wants to go out

🌛 Sophia sun, Rose moon, Dorothy rising 🌜

Black Death, consumption, melancholia. We used to have such gaggy names for our most terrible afflictions. What happened to the creativity? The drama? I want my obituary to say “he expired after a fortnight’s skirmish with the violet horrors.”