it cheers me up that my toilet going experiences are at least less awful than this one
WHY ARE THEY CALLED TEA PARTIES WE COULD LITERALLY JUST CALL THEM
PARTEAS
daily reminder that
- your problems matter
- mental illnesses are real
- you deserve accommodations
- you deserve respect
- you are worthy of love and care
I’ll have what he’s having.
it could be tramadol
the one time i ever took that it made me think that the hardwood floor was covered in moss that glowed in the dark and i had to step very carefully on it or i’d be struck by lightening
i wobbled around like a baby deer trying to get to the bathroom because i was so damn scared of that lightening
so
yeah it’s probably tramadol i mean look at this guy