I love when my coworkers take my hard work for granted and then imply at the end of the night that I don’t work as hard as they do. It really motivates me to come in the next day.
why the fuck would God send down the cure for aids in a baby he knows is gonna get aborted
GOD CAN SEE THIS SHIT COMIN HES NOT GONNA BE LIKE DAMN FOILED AGAIN BY PRO-CHOICERS
Every Other Freckle is the sexiest song I’ve ever heard.
“what if the aborted baby could have cured cancer???”
oh my god what if the last egg I bled onto a kotex product could have cured cancer??
oh my god how am I not birthing every possible egg I produce, lest one of those resulting babies be the person who cures cancer/AIDS/creates world peace????
what if that baby could have been a musical artist described by pitchfork as “liberace with a metalcore twist”????
how dare i not be pregnant/birthing all the time always?????