#fucking texas

[miriams-mulberrytree]

I’m it’s so fucking HOT outside

Frost queen cookie’s lesbian hating heart would melt in this heat bro 💔

Is this what scovillia feels like.?

WITCHES HAVE MERCY

[music-for-them-asses]

Unhappy 4/20 to everyone in states with legalized weed. I hope the ceiling fan falls down on y'all

[lillith-shifts]

Texas legislators are pissing me the FUCK OFF!!! OMG LEAVE US ALONE GOD DAMMIT 😭😭

[shadoedseptmbr]

making my holiday plans with the mental caveat of "unless secession weirdness or militias roaming the highways" like one does

[vocifersaurus]

I wonder if these motherfuckers would get it if we told em we want to be able to shoot a fetus for trespassing in our uterus.

[robohintz]

Really not looking good right now

[saltgrave-prose-poetry]

It’s Not Dying, but

Crumbling down,

Another throat-raking cough,

I am here again,

With haggard breathing.

This isn’t the worst of it.

Every year, it gets worse.

“It’s just an allergy attack again,”

I say and I go home.

I can barely drive

With the road blearing.

My body is weak;

It always has been.

My immune system overworks,

And I collapse for a day or two or six.

It’s just the pollen.

We live in a state

Made of that which

Breaks me.

A tree or shrub or weed

Decides to repopulate

And my body acts like I’m dying,

Sending the horrible alarm up.

Without a true winter,

The pollen comes in droves too often,

Plastering itself

To the walls of my lungs.

It adds to my escapism.

I dream of a place where I can breathe easily

For more than a couple days.

I am so tired.

It seems a small thing

Among the burdens of existence,

But damn

If it isn’t unnecessarily heavy.

How can it be

That some people

Only feel this way

When they’re sick?

How can I

Have to endure this

When some

Never lift it?

I am a ragged thing

Made of corrupted tonsils

And swollen nodes

And popped pills that don’t do shit.

“Just call in,”

I’m not contagious and my job is important now.

“Get a shot,”

I’ve had them.

“Try some drops!”

Refer to last response.

“It’s just allergies,”

Don’t I bloody well know that?

I’m just complaining again.

I know it.

My chest is sore

And my nostrils are raw.

This hideous feeling

Will probably be the death of me.

Maybe I’ll sneeze myself into a car accident

Or cough into an aneurysm.

I know I’ll be fine again.

I get that.

It’s just exhausting

To keep up with this weakness.

- Shae Saltgrave

[deliriouslycharmed]

Just checked the weather...two more days of 90°+ weather. Fml.