A very accurate and timely twitter thread. ๐
hey
guess what
youโre so close to surviving 2018
you can make it
iโm so proud that youโre still here
keep going buddy
i love you
me, reaching into my dresser drawer for black pants: I hope this isnโt the pair with big holes worn in the inner thighs
Marie Kondo, gently over my shoulder: why is a pair of pants you find unwearable still in your dresser drawer
me: oh shit thatโs right!! The dresser is for clothes that under some circumstance I might conceivably wear!!
Marie Kondo, beaming proudly: Yes, thatโs correct!! These pants must have been your favorites. How wonderful that they were so comfortable and practical that you wore them out. But now since they no longer function as pants, you should move them from the drawer where you keep your functioning pants!
me: Yes thanks I got it theyโre in the fabric basket now
Marie Kondo, fading back into the darkness: I love what youโve done with the kitchen!!
So whats up guys
The second she was born I had to be a good mother, because otherwise she would turn into a serial killer, and no mother wants that for her child. After all, killing is my job.
your hands, i want to hold them.
my friend is doing her math and I heard her whisper "why are there letters"
today I woke up and wanted to go home before I even got to school