new tidbit up on my substack :))
im cooking
wheres your whimsy. wheres your fucking whimsy
richie tozier core
I need everyone to see this picture from the 4th article.
Sorry for being a woman in the wrong way. It will happen again.
So I see 11pm was absolutely the right time to post this in terms of striking a nerve.
talking to people while holding a beverage is awesome because you don't have to know what to do with your hands and when you don't know what to do with your face you can just take a sip
if anyone finds out when this permanent feeling of fear goes away please let me know
sorry about my constant depressive episodes. its just that i have issues and also problems
you don't see tits in modern horror movies what's up with that
im not a very patriotic woman but i nonetheless whole-heartedly support every drive-through employee’s constitutional right to be blazed out of their fuckin gourd
people insisting it’s fine as long as their order comes out right don’t get that the nineteen year old stoner working the grill is approaching nirvana and knows what nourishes the soul far better than humble customers ever could
i know that "unalive" is part of larger worrying trend of self censorship but if you really are in a situtation where you have to avoid the words "die" or "kill" the english language already has centuries worth of much better euphemisms. the iconic and perennial "six feet under"? the lovely imagery of "pushing up daisies"? "shuffle off this mortal coil"????? literally anything from the monty python dead parrot bit???? you have so many options. please try to be more creative at least