i guess probably the best thing about myself is that everything i do is cool and sexy
I remember being 17 and yearning for my psychiatrist to spit out the words…
"you have bipolar"
“borderline personality disorder”
Thinking that somehow those words would make me feel whole, that a collection of letters leaving his lips would validate the way i felt.
That i would finally fit in a pretty little box, wrapped and labelled with something worthwhile.
But instead, the perfectly knotted label became nothing but a tightening noose around my neck.
Years later, i realised that people don’t belong in pretty little boxes, much like animals do not belong in cages.
I let go."
the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
becoming a parent means being the one to get the wasp out of the room and idk if i’m prepared to do that
Strategies I have used to try to avoid getting the wasp out of the room:
"Shouldn’t we let nature take its course? The wasp will eventually die."
"Mom will be…
God that is such a terrible/wonderful idea. No one mention this to Taco Bell or Paramount or they will totally actually do it.
English Bulldog puppy at the sea