what do you call a snobbish criminal going down the stairs?
I don’t know. What?
a condescending con descending.
That was beautiful
Dude how is it that we’re literally a country apart and yet the moon’s blood has come for us both? The hell, nature.
We stand united in the sisterly bonds of horrifying pain and nausea.
Well, maybe not standing. More like curled up in a blanket waiting for it all to stop.
Stop being angry at me, uterus. We’re in this together.
It’s uterus, not uterme.