Molly Robison
@mollyrobison.bsky.social
The most worried person you've ever met. Harmony Witch, but ultimately a failed musician. Orphan. Cook. Baker. She/Her. I prefer dogs to people.
Body in small town Wisconsin, spirit in a cabin in a very remote forest.
Body in small town Wisconsin, spirit in a cabin in a very remote forest.
If anyone can handle this garbage with grace, it’s you. Sending good energy. ❤️
November 21, 2025 at 1:41 PM
If anyone can handle this garbage with grace, it’s you. Sending good energy. ❤️
Me, every day, nobody understands.
November 20, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Me, every day, nobody understands.
Thank you!!!! 🥹
November 19, 2025 at 4:15 AM
Thank you!!!! 🥹
My favorite part is the scraps that were left after punching out, which are now living in a bag in my freezer for emergency/rage/period/political woe/ennui snacking.
November 19, 2025 at 2:21 AM
My favorite part is the scraps that were left after punching out, which are now living in a bag in my freezer for emergency/rage/period/political woe/ennui snacking.
Yes, an accidental Fuck Budgeye seems very possible. 😅
November 18, 2025 at 3:42 AM
Yes, an accidental Fuck Budgeye seems very possible. 😅
Absolute fucking nightmare. Both my parents are dead and I cannot imagine one single thing I want less than their likenesses being turned into fucked up AI skin puppets for my fake comfort. Why are we here.
November 14, 2025 at 1:34 PM
Absolute fucking nightmare. Both my parents are dead and I cannot imagine one single thing I want less than their likenesses being turned into fucked up AI skin puppets for my fake comfort. Why are we here.
(TL;DR three years ago I would have set myself on fire before I spoke to someone like that, even if they were being a dick.) (I don’t know how I feel about this.)
November 14, 2025 at 4:25 AM
(TL;DR three years ago I would have set myself on fire before I spoke to someone like that, even if they were being a dick.) (I don’t know how I feel about this.)
<< whose number you absolutely have instead of banging on our fucking windows.” He did not bother me after that.
November 14, 2025 at 4:14 AM
<< whose number you absolutely have instead of banging on our fucking windows.” He did not bother me after that.
“I always come this early.”
“I’m here five or six days a week by one at the latest. No, you don’t.”
He scoffs. “So you work here and you don’t know where this goes?”
That was enough.
“Yeah. I work here. I cook here, I don’t fucking drink here. Maybe you should call the owner>>
“I’m here five or six days a week by one at the latest. No, you don’t.”
He scoffs. “So you work here and you don’t know where this goes?”
That was enough.
“Yeah. I work here. I cook here, I don’t fucking drink here. Maybe you should call the owner>>
November 14, 2025 at 4:14 AM
“I always come this early.”
“I’m here five or six days a week by one at the latest. No, you don’t.”
He scoffs. “So you work here and you don’t know where this goes?”
That was enough.
“Yeah. I work here. I cook here, I don’t fucking drink here. Maybe you should call the owner>>
“I’m here five or six days a week by one at the latest. No, you don’t.”
He scoffs. “So you work here and you don’t know where this goes?”
That was enough.
“Yeah. I work here. I cook here, I don’t fucking drink here. Maybe you should call the owner>>
Once I worked up the nerve to see who the fuck was slamming on our windows, I let him in.
“Where does all this booze go?”
Kitchen is an entirely separate entity from the bar; I have no clue where anything belongs, nor should I. “I don’t know man. Nobody is even supposed to be here right now”
“Where does all this booze go?”
Kitchen is an entirely separate entity from the bar; I have no clue where anything belongs, nor should I. “I don’t know man. Nobody is even supposed to be here right now”
November 14, 2025 at 4:14 AM
Once I worked up the nerve to see who the fuck was slamming on our windows, I let him in.
“Where does all this booze go?”
Kitchen is an entirely separate entity from the bar; I have no clue where anything belongs, nor should I. “I don’t know man. Nobody is even supposed to be here right now”
“Where does all this booze go?”
Kitchen is an entirely separate entity from the bar; I have no clue where anything belongs, nor should I. “I don’t know man. Nobody is even supposed to be here right now”
I so badly want absolutely anything to come of this, but I cannot bring myself to believe it’s going to make any perceptible difference at all.
November 12, 2025 at 1:53 PM
I so badly want absolutely anything to come of this, but I cannot bring myself to believe it’s going to make any perceptible difference at all.