You ever have one of those moments that’s so awkward that you can’t even be friends with those people anymore? Yeah, me neither.
The Gypsy
@gypsy77.bsky.social
Artist, photographer, tree hugger and all around fun at parties
May the power of 3 set us free May the power of 3 set us free May the power of 3 set us free #orsomethinglikethat
How could you ever love someone who doesn’t find joy in panda bears? PANDA BEARS!!!
If you don’t like lemonade of some kind you don’t like summer. I said what I said.
We are Salami’s so obviously no grace for thee only grace for me
“I had a pain in my leg that made my throat itch and it woke me up” is a real live sentence I used today.
The reason nothing ever gets done and there are no consequences is because everyone likes to stand around and act shocked that nobody is doing anything and that there are no consequences.
If you write, “wow I can’t believe how much this blew up…” I’m done reading.
“Buttery soft” isn’t a thing! Butter isn’t soft, it’s greasy and I don’t want it on my skin.
Never underestimate the medical knowledge of an American without health insurance.
People who are loved, respected, cared for and praised the most are people who give love, respect and praise freely. (With healthy boundaries of course)
It’s weird when the clouds are so think that the streetlights make it feel like dawn at midnight.
Love isn’t finite. The more you give, the more comes back to you. It’s fucking simple. #stingy
Dear Everyone, If there’s a person in your life that trusts you enough to discuss perimenopause with you, don’t try to commiserate. You don’t “get hot at night too”, you don’t know “unexplained rage” and the person trusting you has stopped the second you act like you do. Thanks
To see Green Day go from shitty garage band to a fully formed group of musicians is absolutely wild
If you use the word “buttery” to describe the softness of something I’ll assume you don’t know what grease feels like and I won’t go anywhere near it.
If I look at a plate of “blackened” anything and there’s no black, take that shit back!
I build temples from the wreckage. We do. We, the daughters of fire and teeth. We, the soft hearts with serrated edges. We are painting signs in blood and berries. We are singing hymns to ourselves in the mirror. We are sharpening scissors with moonlight. We are done waiting for you to catch up.
If he was trying to find wasteful spending he’d be hiring forensic accountants.
“These are some of the best days I’ve ever ignored” -Doug Kenny