I’m against open relationships unless it’s with a milk man or a pool boy or a maintenance man with a tool belt and ur home alone and his voice is really deep and he’s explaining what needs not be fixed really close to you so that the warmth of his imposing mass wafts in your direction and his hairy muscular arms are holding a clipboard that he puts down to tell you a joke and pats your shoulder but slightly grips it as he lets go and
stopp omg why are primary care doctors like “girl theres nothing wrong with you” and then you convince them to write the referral and you finally see a specialist and the specialist is like “goddamn you got syndrome”
you could be bleeding out on the floor and a primary care physician will come along and be like “its just your anxiety”
bro… ive been locked out of tumblr for like 2 years lmaooooo
unicorn hunters on Tinder be like “ooh come fuck my husband ;)” go fuck your own damn husband
