Okay, I've come to terms with the fact that I can't even see a ridiculous picture of Trump on my profile for more than 3 minutes. It makes me feel dirty.

What's best than an oversized hoodie with silky pyjama pants, a tall glass of chocolate milk and a good book on a Friday night? I can't think of anything, except maybe seeing the end of nazis and having automatic chocolate milk refills by just thinking about it.

Good day. I helped someone in need. I told an asshole to fuck off. I found some handmade & local gifts for my loved ones. I worked hard, and I laughed even harder with my coworkers. I enjoyed my wonderful family and pets. It's the little things that I'm thankful for.

I'm tired, but I'm happy ♡

Family includes everyone! ❤️

How have I been drawn into watching Jake Paul's tongue wagging like a monkey. I just want to see him get knocked out. His arrogance is so irritating.

I dont even like Mike Tyson. I just really, really, can't stand Jake Paul.

Documenting day 1 of bluesky-ing: Cats, dogs, books, pride, positivity, wit, landscapes, stars.

Good start. Not ONE hateful post. Great, amazing debut.

Since I can post my dog here without a risk of her being body shamed or anyone attacking her looks... 🤪

I just fled what was once my favorite social platform, before it was ruined by a clown. It already feels a lot more healthy in here, peaceful even? Pinch me, please?