I’m Just A Lovey Dovey Bitch

*takes off bra and drops it on the ground like I’m Rock Lee removing his ankle weights* 

\o/ <- woohoo!

100k slowburn but it’s just two people going from work friends to real friends

the world is not scary plus im strong as hell

the older i get the more sensitive i become to warm genuine words, like wow you really think that kindly of me? hold up, lemme cry

one marginalized group nobody every talks about is people who are always right. its literally so hard for us

people in their 20s are always reblogging posts about being in their 20s

the thing about italian food is that it kinda sucks when made in italy. the average italian cook is suffering under 300 different traditional family bylaws that prevent them from like, adding garlic to their sauce, or washing their vegetables or whatever. and if they were to move five kilometers away to the next town over then they'd be executed in the street for cooking it that way. when italians are released from the context of italy it's like they're taking off training weights. an italian cook with no limiters becomes a culinary apex predator. it's for this reason that italian food has, outside of italy, become one of the big three cuisines, while remaining, in italy, frustratingly under-potential. it has to be this way.

I love language I wanted to say I was rusty at something but then I was like “Wait, there’s no reason another language would use that exact same metaphor, of comparing rusty metal to a person who hasn’t done a skill in a while. I can’t assume that it makes sense to them, I might look like an idiot spouting nonsense if I try to say that I’m covered in rust somehow instead of just bad at this.” so instead I went into my dictionary and carefully looked up the specific phrase “out of practice” and the very first thing it gives me is “oxidado” which is literally the spanish word for “rusted.” Fuck off