Can I please have a cappuccino but with oat milk and a big pump of sugarfree chocolate syrup and… Lol I remember your stupid ass from 2,300 years ago. We were living in seleucis on the tigris river during the same span of summers… do you rememver a red ibis bird with beautiful plumes? Yeah U were a sort of dull brown goat that didn’t train and dint make milk or kids. Yeah? No? Eventually the Zoroastrian homesteaders who owned you started feeding you contaminated barley to try and kill you lol. Maybe you remember the ergotism? Anyway. also I want one of these 🫵stupid little breads in the case
a stud in black leather on a black motorcycle just revved their engine at me and thank god I tore my demonic uterus out ages ago because I think that would have finally knocked me up
things haven’t been great but i think they will be. eventually 🌻🌼🩷
I’m sad to see this little comic resonates with so many people, although I hope it gives you strength and solidarity in difficult times. Likewise, thank you for your comments and insights in the tags. It helps me feel less alone.
Also, hello new followers! If you followed me for this sort of thing, prepare to be very, very disappointed hahaha
I think the idea that love and harm can’t coexist is dangerous. It would be so easy to think “I can’t be harming my kids, I love them. I know I do, I can feel it.” I tried to tell family members about my abuser and the response was “How can you say that? He loves you.” I know he does. It doesn’t matter.
