All the trousers I own are uncomfortable except the pair that’s ruined and it’s driving me bonkers
specific yet unidentified food craving
what are you
what do I want
weeps because you can’t rotate the canvas in Illustrator like in Photoshop
Person A: Are you two sisters?
Me: Yes, we are.
Person A to person B (outside): THEY’RE SISTERS.
Person B: I THOUGHT SO. IT’S THE PIERCINGS.
Me: ..YES. THEY’RE GENETIC. IT’S A FAMILY TRAIT.
y’know what bothers me when ~successful people~ are talking about themselves and how they got to where they are
they’ll be like
"I could never have a dead-end job, stuck in a cubicle. it’s just not ~me~.”
most people don’t want dead-end jobs, they just need to survive somehow. it is not ~them~.