obviously dietary requirements aren’t a joke but my grandma sometimes runs errands for her church and i asked her what she’s up to today and she said extremely seriously “ive got to track down the body of the gluten free christ, julia”
life is so much better when u stop hyperanalysing urself and realise u can’t hate urself into being better u just have to accept ur a lil weird n fucked up slightly but it’s not that deep just live
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I can write down a few words and make people thousands of miles away, whom I have never met and will never meet, laugh tears of joy and cry tears of true sorrow for people who do not exist and have never existed and never will exist. If that isn’t actual literal magic I don’t know what is.
