“what if the aborted baby could have cured cancer???”
oh my god what if the last egg I bled onto a kotext product could have cured cancer??
oh my god how am I not birthing every possible egg I produce, lest one of those resulting babies be the person who cures cancer/AIDS/creates world peace????
what if that baby could have been a musical artist described by pitchfork as “liberace with a metalcore twist”????
how dare i not be pregnant/birthing all the time always?????
i have a speech in Art tomorrow on Surrealism and this is all i have so far
update: the class groaned collectively
THE LITTLE PAW SHOWING THROUGH THE BOWL IM WEAK
was watching tangled and took a valuable screenshot
"go the fuck away im not dealing w ur snake shit today"
… he just slapped a fucking cobra.
you know you have hit your lowest point of being low when you start procrastinating your showers