Me: What if I’m just faking my chronic pain? Maybe I should test it.
*moves hip in just the wrong way, screams in pain*
Me: Nope, definitely not faking it. Also, I should stop doing that.
*five minutes later*
Me: ….
Me: But what if I’m faking-
I love The Golden Girls.
I need closure with this fic! Sometimes I go back and read it all over again in hopes to have a new chapter
IT'S BEEN 4 YEARS 😭😭😭
btw the thing she couldn’t ignore was someone calling her out for saying anti-depressants/hormone therapy are only perscribed by lazy doctors
When is a monster not a monster?
(Oh, when you love it.)
Enid: I honestly think Wednesday believes she's a cat sometimes.
Bianca, amused: What does she do, meow?
Enid: No, she likes to get up in high places and jump off them without a care in the world.
Bianca, laughing:
Enid:
Bianca: Wait, really?
Enid: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is because you’re not gonna like it.
Yoko: Just rip the bandage off.
Enid: It’s Wednesday.
Yoko: Put the bandage back on.