That is both a valid and vomit-inducing point.

I’m with you. Fuck fall. I know what’s coming right after it, and I just want to die.

Yeah, I can take a normal-ish, three month winter. Where I live, winter can be anywhere from four to seven months long. Seven months of snow and and having my ovaries retract into my throat from the Arctic winds so freaking cold it opens a jackknife, cuts through my base layer, and blows right my ass. And it laughs in…

You’re Canadian, aren’t you? I recognize Dog Poo season.

You are my people.

I used to love it too...but peer relationships killed any joy I had quickly. Now, give me summer by a lake. All day, every day.

Eww.

Who placed human poop there? JEEZUS.

Jia, I’ve never loved a thing you’ve written, or you, more. It’s like you’re in my head.

TL; DR— FUCK FALL. And winter.

I crossed my legs and winced, simultaneously.

This is one of the loveliest and truest things my cynical ass has read in a long time. My magical beliefs have been systematically dismantled, replaced by critical thought and logic, but please, please, leave me something.

I always want to ask why in situations like this, but it occurs to me that the answer for this one would likely terrify me.

Hot male nurses? Yes please!

Solid cuff bracelet, dark lips, dark matte manicure, sleek hair.

Also, he was in Nanny McPhee!

OMG. I was literally momentarily overcome by rage.