"came back wrong" this "lived wrong" that, what about dying wrong. my death will forever cling to you, leaving behind a slimy trail and a metallic taste in your mouth. my soul will forever drag you down like the heavy corpse of a long-dead god, who somehow still grants wishes. you can't tell which one of us is the one not letting go. you know not even your own death will end this.
a plus-side to being my friend is that you can come to my house in your pajamas and i will not judge you because i will also be in my pajamas
i miss his annoying ass
Going to stop paying attention. I’ve noticed enough
He yeed his last haw
Would you draw a cowpoke worm at high noon
that’s fuckin dark man
you've heard of "quiet quitting," now I'd like to introduce you to the next level, The French Work Ethic:
Do exactly what you're paid for and nothing more
Absolutely refuse to be available to contact when you're off the clock
Never prioritize work over your own health, wellbeing, or family because that would be insane, it's just a job.
Have a little glass of wine
Take as long as you feel like for lunch
Deeply understand that work doesn't matter
Make sure your boss your boss knows they're always your second priority ❤️
she's in a better place now (her bedroom)
Mist • She/Her • 26Secondary blog for fics: @misticreads
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