the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
while i’m at it, here’s the second piece in the magical-girls-with-food series!
sweet cars?! coffee??? hot date by the beach?? my dreams.
i am just very uncomfortable with the way i am perceived like there’s a disconnect between my actual identity and the identity ppl assume i have and it makes me uncomfortable and stressed out
"We both said a lot of things that you’re going to regret. But I think we can put our differences behind us. For science. You monster." (x)