you ever hoist a big laundry basket on your hip and feel like the great tragedy of your life is that you weren’t born a hearty peasant girl in medieval england who’d die at 22 from an abscessed tooth
imo the fact that people apparently relate to this points to some kind of weird cell memory of centuries of female labour that’s activated by extended pressure against the hipbone. im becoming an evolutionary psychologist it was wonderful knowing you all
This further proves my theory that if band people are in the middle of a concert or marching show..
and the sky opened up and rained molten fire balls and the earth violently vomits volcanic matter and the and a plague of locusts and frogs carrying a bubonic level disease infested the immediate population..
They would probably finish the show before panicking.
spoiler alert: every single goddamn person on this planet is problematic in some way, because everything is terrible. congratulations. you’ve been enlightened with the secrets of the universe
