Edvard Munch, The Kiss, 1897
I don’t curse people, I bless everyone around them.
Wow I deactivated my Facebook like an hour ago and I already feel so much better. I am both surprised and not by how similar this feels to getting over the hump when I quit smoking—got that “why was this so obsessively appealing in the first place?” feel. I already feel 100% more zen.
scully casually walking around a room full of human remains with a bucket of chicken
Calling on my softest grey jammies, sleepytime tea, and a lovely indica to get me through this eve.
At least if it really is lupus, it’ll be that much easier to apply for medical mary~
Bad news from the doctor: