i literally have to lay down after every minor task. going to the supermarket is a herculean effort. how am i supposed to live a life like this
Klaus every night in the shared hotel room:
writing a garbage essay feels like you’re the cow who gave birth to the two headed calf. in the morning, my professor will wrap him in newspaper and dissect him on a cold operating table. but here he is alive, under the pale glow of my computer screen. he is beautiful. there are twice as many logical fallacies as usual.
u ever in such a bad mood u feel urself turning evil?
had an actual meal. not evil anymore
chag sameach here is my favorite tree jew except censored bc i’m sharing it with my hebrew school kids tomorrow during brain break
up v late w anxiety on my birthday with COVID *plays worlds smallest violin*
we’ve all heard of twink death to dilf birth but i raise you dilf death to twink birth




