I talk to God but the sky is empty

My dad’s toxic trait is that he will pick up my call at any time or day. The other day I called him and he picked up the call sitting in the barber’s chair while the dude was cutting his hair.

My mother loves me so so much. Beyond my wildest imagination and more than my heart can ever fathom. But I’m not very sure if she likes me very much.

Over the years, I’ve gotten really good at building my mind, my spine and my character. But my heart is still tender and childlike. Much of my sorrow comes from the juxtaposition of a naive heart and a steely mind. The heart dreams and the mind stalls.

Okay just been watching “Too much” and I love how quotable the show is.

Will you defeat them, your demons and all the non believers?

A heated eyelash curler is bringing me ridiculous amount of joy.

Can’t tell if the crippling exhaustion I’m facing rn is due to cancer or dealing with men.

After a lifetime of running and knocking doors, all I want to do, is arrive.

Me to my Russian coworker : The doctors are saying that I might need some radiation to get rid of residual cancer

Him : a lil radiation hasn’t killed anybody. I grew up in the Soviet Union and I’m doing mostly fine.

Me : …..how did you manage to take my cancer story and make it even more sadder?

I’m at the DMV for a second go after a failed attempt at the drivers test.

The officer doing the verification: ……5’3, black hair, brown eyes?

Me : *don’t say it, don’t say it, dont sa….* yep, that hasn’t changed in a month.

Officer :

Y’all, second time was not the charm.

After a year of heartbreaking personal setback(s), the only thing keeping me afloat is a CW show. Endless episodes of devastatingly good looking people doing the most ridiculous shit for the plot??!?! I couldn’t ask for anything else. Thank you for your service!!