Lanie

Me: crying because today sucks.
My 9 y/o: “what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just a little sad.”
“Oh. Can you make me some spaghetti?”

Kids, man. 😅

Fuck this guy. Fuck nazis. Fuck anyone who thinks this is okay.

Just played a 2 hour game of Uno while sitting on the floor and I don’t think my back will ever be the same.

Why do we romanticize dirt roads? They’re the worst. If I ever truly SNAP, it will be because I was in a truck with people chewing food, on a bumpy dirt road, and the music was too loud. Watch your backs.

I don’t care about the character’s dreams. I don’t care. I will skip the whole scene, the whole chapter, if I know it’s a dream. I don’t care.

I just want to read, but the people that I love won’t stop talking to me.

Chick Fil A sign says Merry Chicken to you

can’t even say Christmas anymore because of woke cows

I dropped a 20lb dumbbell on my big toe this morning and holy shit that is painful

Why am I crying this morning? One of my favorite influencer’s dog has cancer and she really loves him and November is a hard month for her to get through only to get to December and find this out about her dog. I’ve never met this woman and I don’t even like dogs, yet the tears are flowing.

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The 39th time we've had to post this, and this time about The Onion's original hometown.

I have so much that I need to do inside my house today, but it’s cold outside, so unfortunately I have to sit in a chair by the fire all day.

Watching a transformers movie with my son who is home sick from school today. He keeps explaining everything to me and I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I don’t want him to stop.

Everyday I have an internal debate with myself about social media. I want to be well informed, but I also want to pop my head under the sand and be blissfully ignorant. Obviously the former wins. Yay for doomscrolling and anxiety.

I think it'd be fun to run for office and not look at any polls. just say what you believe rather than adjusting your platform for every microchange on a spreadsheet. what if we tried that. for funsies.

If you’re afraid that books might change someone’s thinking, you’re not afraid of books, you’re afraid of thinking.

i either read for 8 hours straight or don’t touch a book for 8 months there is no in between