I'm just another chick who has no free time but ends up here anyway. I drink too much rosé and love my friends with all my heart. If you end up coming across my blog, I apologize, it's a mess. Everything is a mess.
Its funny how, when you have anxiety, other people’s chill is like…contagious. Like I’m always stressed out, high-strung, running around like my hair is on fire, especially at work. Then there’s my coworker who, every single day, strolls in half an hour late for her 3 hour shift. And honestly? It helps me take a breath. Its like a human embodiment of “Its not that deep” and it’s so weirdly therapeutic to have that typa energy around.
Today I had a rather terrifying experience at work that involved a tiny fire tornado in a jar and I snapchatted this very coworker about it so that she doesn’t run into the same issue and she replied “YOU STARTED A FIRE??? 😂😂😂 I’m dead” and suddenly I was cackling about this thing that all day had me really freaked out.
Anyways if you have anxiety please do yourself a favor and make sure you have at least ONE friend that’s as chill as the other side of the pillow. It will literally save your mental health.
I just heard my mom tell my brother, “when you die, you will go outside and garden until your father says you’re done” and it took me a second to realize that my brother was playing a videogame and this was not a theological discussion.
“why bother writing bisexual characters if they just end up in a m/f relationship”
my dude
my guy
my pal
stop talking forever
Oh I have never reblogged faster in my life
Watching my bi friends’ identities get erased when they‘re in m/f relationships makes me think it’s even MORE important to write bi characters in m/f relationships and then be REALLY BLATANT about the fact that one or both of them is bi.