I say almost nothing because it’s not as if everything is all rainbow-farting unicorns. There are symptoms you have every day that are so minor you forget to mention them when the major ones are happening. Or that as a symptom itself, ie forgetting things or being generally confused, also known as brain fog or chemo brain.
Are things – oh, I’m sorry, people – like you allowed to hurt? Doesn’t admitting to your pain diminish you? Doesn’t it make you weak?
Come on, laugh. I am completely held together by your support and the sound of our laughter. Don’t make me guilt trip you. I was taught by Naija guilt trip NINJAS.
Why are we singling out Russian race horse volumes of pee? This is a blatant stereotype and we as a people- no as a society — FOR FUCK SAKE AM I STILL PISSING? JESUS TIBERIUS CHRIST ON A CRACKER.
To understand women Women have balls, they’re just inside of us Even what is known as the clit.or.us Is just the tip of a power submerged Wrapping around the entrance to your bliss. Nothing is amiss We. Bearing the caring of the world Wrapping our searing souls in the softness you see as your right
So I have these three friends. Two of them know each other… and I’m starting to think they’re all three in cahoots. via GIPHY (I CAN’T. WE ARE NOT DISCUSSING IT TODAY. Anyway…) The reason for all these unfounded claims is that on any given day of the week, one of them has called, sent