arthipstory

Pray tell, does anyone else spend quality quarter-hour increments looking up sentimental quotes in nostalgic hues that match their covered bridge paintings…or is it just me.

Call it a procrasfternoon.

Dear God, Trump…just GO ALREADY.

i have genuinely learned more from Saweetie in the last 20 minutes than college econ.

link here.

Tippi’s nails look good with a t on the end. What color is this?! This shape!!! I can’t get enough.

well hello.

WHAT A WEEK. Year? Both?! Sure. Feel what feels good, go there.

which leads me back here to this blog where i hoped to fight off being a snacc with snark.

lolz, i told yuuuu: feel what feels good.

Me pretending like WFH isolation isn’t affecting my everyday choices.

My shopping list consists of
cookie dough and penne bc
I’m baking to cope with this life right now, and
I’m seemingly plate for plate on pasta as I watch The Sopranos.

I feel like Sophia Loren. jk jk.

Carm’s nails are giving me life and freaking me out: my chaos will ensue the damn second one of my nails break.

“Unconsciously, probably, I was painting the loneliness of a large city.”

– Hopper of Nighthawks

I’m going to change the password for my HBOnow account in about six minutes.

The /moment/ I give up carbs.