crazy how I routinely spiral about not taking enough time out of my week to be creative when all I do when I actually make the time is write a shitty notes app poem and draw penises
my dumb body shutting down whenever it’s stressed is such a dumb evolutionary hang up and I have an easy asf job why am I shitting and coughing and snotting over it
Job rejection email on my phone in one hand and eating a nature valley bar in the other while I wait for my train. getting oats alllll over the platform I don’t give a fuck anymore
my whole life ive held a steadfast judgement against helen skelton for not completing her 2011 comic relief tightrope walk between the battersea power station chimneys only to discover that she actually DID??