I hope this email finds you in shambles.
I hope this email finds you grieving over the bedside of your dear mother, scared because you sense her last breath is near but unable to shed a tear for fear of tainting her last moments with scared fear of what's to come.
I hope this email finds you as you're lowering your mother into the grave, crying at the loss of the last person who loved you, Mindy from HR.
I hope this email finds you while you read her will; a brief ding as the lawyer states there's nothing is left in the estate besides notes that say she loves you, even when she's gone. It feels hollow when she's on the other side, doesn't it, Mindy?
I hope this email finds you without hope, Mindy.
i regret nothing
i need a whole season of doctor who that's just nine, rose, and jack in their downtime. no adventures. no being shot at. just the three of them and the fact that all of them have zero chill and three different fonts of chaos energy.
This is the only thing that brings me joy