Here’s All The Stuff I Fucking Liked In September
Virgo season sent me into an existential tailspin about my ~future~ and I cried my eyes out (chic!) more than once in a therapists office about worrying about change, my health, and dying alone.
Virgo season sent me into an existential tailspin about my ~future~ and I cried my eyes out (chic!) more than once in a therapists office about worrying about change, my health, and dying alone.
At least you didn’t make the movie Avatar and willingly and knowingly use the font Papyrus on the logo.
Whenever people come to visit they remind me of City Me who was manic and high strung and worked 11 hour days and frequently woke up having nightmares about her email.
Were you happy? Back then? Were you happy with her?
Everywhere and nowhere.
I’m now adding “um. feelings.” to my giant list of fears and that’s equal parts hysterical and, well, terrifying.
The one thing, however, that still can be a bit taboo to poke at, touch on, or simply bring up in everyday conversation, is sex.
👩💻📈👨💻
Thank you to the Beauty Gods for blessing us with this Monday Miracle.
“If you took the monsters’ point of view, everything they did made perfect sense. The trick was learning to think like a monster.” But your depression is a monster that can’t be made sense of and it’s an entity that doesn’t contain any logic.