When you have a shitty day, there’s not much stopping your mind from wandering. Wandering into hypothetical situations that, after you have all that time to think about them, aren’t as hypothetical as you originally thought. And you hope they are hypothetical, and you hope that they’re not all at once, but you know they can’t end well, and that you’re the only one thinking about them.
I don’t have an office. I improvised for my desk.
i hate these cookies
Go fuck yourself, you piece of shit. You’re the reason society is crumbling. In 20 years, New York is going to be a pile of ash and dust because people like you exist. This is why I fucking hate tubmlr.
she sat in the water for like an hour, just staring at the water peacefully