The state of my mental health on any given week is evidenced by the number of clothing items that compile on my desk chair by Friday. We are at 8 this fine Friday eve.
It’s humbling to think that I’m a 24-year-old medical student and am still incentivized to come to class by candy
I’m still using conditioner I found in my college biology department four years ago and I wonder why I have split ends
I’m sitting in my tent in the middle of South Sudan watching a naked two year old use an ADULT-sized hoe to till the soil. What is this place.
my friends yelled at me for eating cookies I found on the ground by the drinking fountain but it's been almost five minutes and I feel perfectly fine so who's the real winner here
