loudly going “YOU’RE GOOD YOU’RE GOOD” to myself to ward off the memory of every embarrassing thing i’ve ever done
loudly going “YOU’RE GOOD YOU’RE GOOD” to myself to ward off the memory of every embarrassing thing i’ve ever done
they should invent someone who would really like just doing laundry and taxes with me. i think
Wish there was no other jobs besides growing strawberries, author, cafe owner and librarian
being in yr 20s is abt experiencing the worst thing you can imagine & then having to go to the grocery store
[sobs until im physically ill] [buys greek yogurt] [repeat]
Why am i (a pretty girl) being forced to go to work (something i voluntarily applied for) and do actual work (something i get paid for)