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Apparently, people do strange things when they’re scared of dying, and one of them is hoarding toilet paper.
Oh the early days of Covid and people were stupid and would hoard TP. Hated not knowing when/if I’d be able to get any for home and just constantly use my work restroom
she is Alice in Wonderland who has stumbled out of a rabbit hole and somehow arrived in New York from a world much more kind and lovely than this one.
If that isn’t a unique and beautiful way to describe someone and pure of heart, thought, and femininity I don’t know what is
And there is the man who emptied his garbage over their heads from his window and called them Chinks on the walk here.
Stupid, racist assholes piss me off. These girls are American and never had anything to do with what was going on in China
it stopped shame from creeping in like black mold and coating her lungs in her sleep.
Never heard someone describe shame like this but dang that’s accurate and dark
Now the money is gone and there are no careers to show for it and the worst part is that they had a chance, they had a Nai Nai who paid for half their tuition because she thought America was for dreams. They didn’t have to wait tables or strip or sell Adderall to pay for college but they somehow messed it up anyway, and Cora thinks that’s worse than having no chance at all.
It’s sad that she thinks she screwed things up because she didn’t do anything wrong. It wasn’t her fault that a pandemic happened and her job became irrelevant during the time making her get laid off
Cora thinks this is all Delilah’s fault but won’t say it out loud because that’s another one of her thoughts that no one wants to hear.
That is just mean and rude to think of her sister. It’s nobody’s fault that they are now unemployed. It wasn’t a world wide pandemic that shut everything down.
But not everyone has dreams. Some people just are, the way that trees and rocks and rivers are just there without a reason, the rest of the world moving around them.
So true
It’s strange how hate and love can so quietly exist at the same time. They are moon phases, one silently growing until one day all that’s left is darkness.
The things Cora thinks she knows are too often just bad dreams bleeding into her waking hours.
It’s like having severe anxiety and paranoia. Things you are so sure are real actually aren’t and just in your head
“Hairy skull pieces raining down on unsuspecting families. Actually, that would be kind of hilarious. Maybe we shouldn’t clean the vents.”
This just painted such a vivid picture in my head
there’s no harm in finding what joy you can in a dirty and depressing job that someone has to do.
True. If you can’t find at least one thing you like or find interesting about the job you do, it doesn’t matter what you do. It’ll be terrible and you’ll be hating life and your job even more
“Girls always leave hair balls as big as hamsters in the shower.”
Lol he’s not wrong
No one would ever make a game where you only have one chance. But that’s all any of us get. And the worst part is I know I’m losing. You get a sense for it in games when things aren’t going your way, when it’s better to just start over. But this is my only life and I’m losing already, and I don’t know how to make it stop.”
lots of people are nice—surface-level niceness is meaningless.
A breeze rushed up from between the trees, birds shivering into the gray sky, and Cora wanted to join them, to fly until she found somewhere brighter, warmer.
Pretty sure we’ve all felt like this at least once in our lives
I enjoy the Ghost Busters reference, but there’s 4 not 3.
