all my life I never knew there was a term for that post severe headache feeling: a postdrome.. that intense malaise coupled with a tugging feeling that it may come back. it's literally a post headache hangover.. :: a very timid :: gm

if you can’t take me at my worst (going to bed by 9:30 pm) you don’t deserve me at my best (up before 5:00 am baking fresh bread)

the internet has lied to you. this is the only foid that matters

the algorithm: I found your person also the algorithm: they live in another time zone 🤡

the duality that I love. calmness of the country and nature. the glow of a city that never sleeps. taken 4 hours apart

i'm like ick(arus) flew too close to the son

sf this nyc that the midwest is criminally overlooked

in tech sales being a woman opens doors being competent closes deals there is only so far you can get without knowing your shit

it's 3 a.m. I must be lonely

didn’t make any new friends but I did get half price apps and a few pages read.

anyone want to talk to me for hours and hours about fleabag?

have you tried climbing a tree about it?

https://t.co/l7DRwgx5DY

a reply guy that only replies to me and other guys.. who's building this?

https://t.co/WF7cTkqpHr

she was carved from a single tree stump. sometimes you become something beautiful only after you stop trying to be what you were.

her love language is intellectual chemistry

the autumn sky feels out of a painting

chat is this true?

this last birthday I received a very sweet and thoughtful message from a man I used to date, first thing in the morning before 7 am. it had been months since I had spoken to him. I graciously thanked him and realized how that silly little message and back and forth had put me