All I really want is a breakfast burrito
But there are so many hours until breakfast. Sigh.
Nobody's gay for Moleman.
Seventy year old cupcakes.
Every time my nan visits us she brings a tray of perfectly iced cupcakes. They’re subtle, and sweet, and remind me of my childhood in the best kind of a way. She mentioned today that she first made them when she was eleven years old, with her mother, and simply kept doing it. And it’s so wonderful to be reminded that everyone in your life doesn’t exist just for you, and has an...
I think if I slept with all of this make-up on,...
The lazier side of me is definitely contemplating this option…
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Sometimes, I sit at home, and see what new noises...
And then I make a medley of new noises, because it’s only me.
On a nicer note,
my room smells like deliciousness.
I don’t know why I always assume that staying awake is the solution to everything.
Sitting on my couch in my pyjamas, eating burritos...
If this is what being forever alone is like, I’m okay with that.