I hate how we’re on the precipice of danger but we still have to do chores.
The dishes don’t do themselves because I’m full of existential dread. The dog doesn’t understand the descent into fascism and still demands walks.
The dishes don’t do themselves because I’m full of existential dread. The dog doesn’t understand the descent into fascism and still demands walks.
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Just kidding puppy!
Who’s a gooboy huh?!?!?
It may be worse when the crops all fail, the fish all die and the birds stop singing.
Rivers of blood will be a bummer.
I'm truly not trying to make anyone feel bad or guilty but it could be worse.
All that to say, yea. This fucking sucks and I have run out of clean pants.
I don't want to.
I hate putting away laundry. It takes like 4 minutes, but ugh...
Spay and neuter your pets, everyone.
It’s about a breakup, of course, not a dictatorship, but it’s that feeling of all you know ending/changing while everything goes on as normal everywhere else.
Crows follow the soldiers.
They follow the wars.
They know when our time is up
So they can feed on our flesh.
They know what’s up. They’re just preparing for the feast.
Walk your dog to walk the dog. Each step on the ground.
Doing so is meditative for your spirit
Hang in there, we'll find some way to get through this.