Is macaroni and cheese “mac” because its short for macaroni… or because “mac” is an acronym for macaroni and cheese
“Aries: Learn to accept your past. Accept the scars and the damage. Accept the chaos that happened, knowing it will never define you. Taurus: Love yourself first. Stop getting caught up in what those people you don’t talk to anymore think of you. It’s never gonna be worth it in the end. Gemini: Take a moment to breath. You’ve been distracted yourself for so long that you didn’t even notice your wounds. Take time to care for yourself. Cancer: You are not who they tricked you into being. You are not who they broke you into. You are more than your damage and your scars. You are better than this. Leo: Grab your gun. Grab your armor. Prepare for this. Prepare for this war. You can win. Just don’t stand down Virgo: Stop fucking with your past. It’s not going to do you any good. It’s like that bottle you don’t talk about. You should throw them out like all the old photos. Libra: Nothing good comes from giving yourself scars. Learn to at least tolerate yourself even if you can’t love yourself. Baby steps forward instead of running backwards. Scorpio: Enjoy the silence. You so rarely get it these days. Let the calm come over you and learn just to be. You can exist. You can thrive. Just give yourself time. Sagittarius: Stop making the easy choice and start making the hard and heavy decisions. At the end of the day what you had breakfast won’t matter, but will is if you leave here or stay. Stop putting these off. Capricorn: I know you’re hurting. I know you’re crying for help. I’m so sorry. You deserved better. You deserve more. You will get there some day. just give yourself time. Aquarius: You are not Atlas. You don’t need to carry the weight of the world like a mountain on your back. You can lay down and rest. You deserve rest. Don’t let them tell you otherwise. Pisces: Do not let go. Do not give in to trauma. Do not accept this fate. There is a warrior inside you yet “”— this weeks zodiac
Your age is just the number of laps you’ve done around a giant fireball in the centre of the solar system.
A stout, liver-spotted mutt with black paws and a tail like a stubbed-out cigar. He wears a soiled, grimy, unraveling, striped, woolen dog-sweater with embroidered baseballs and the word Dragons scrolled across it in cursive. He is Boss.
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Anxiety is like worrying that you forgot your car keys even though you’re driving your car
How long does someone have to be dead before it is considered archaeology and not grave-digging.
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