love is not a machine. neither is your body. nor your soul. you'll taste the fruits of your labor, one day, but first you have to be open to the idea that the fruit might be differently shaped or growing on a different tree than you expected. loving art, writing does not always make art, writing.

i appreciate that it's not molded Into the box so that you don't need to spend time papering over that nonsense

if someone said "i don't have pto" they would get it. but you inherently have *no* pto. it sucks!

aldi lets cashiers sit down and some places have a four day work week and we've got studies showing that you only get about 4-6 actual hours of work out of a person in a day but nooo we gotta keep the Ankle Fucker machine running

i'm really loving his fluffy bloomers here!

sometimes the trash takes itself out, you have plenty of people who love you qq