*hides good snacks from family members*
oh god i’m a mess
my thighs don’t touch because i’m fat they touch because they’re in love
nothing makes me grind my teeth more than seeing “breathe” misspelled as ”breath” and vice versa
“just breath” like no
“i took a breathe” well, maybe if you’re british or something and taking something like a breather
“it took me a moment to catch my breathe” no
sfux:
i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together
David Foster Wallace was like, Art must be sincere! We must use every tool in the linguistic toolbox to cut through sentiment and dishonest cliche and build fresh ways to reveal the power and reality of unironized emotion.
And Mister Rogers was like, Basically the same thing, but without any shame or pretense or fear of sincerity.
