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life is frying me up in a frying pan doing big impressive flips and everything

a long distance friend is kind of a dead wife in a way

sometimes i want to socialise but i don’t want to talk. i just want to be around like a cat.

we’re basically halfway through the year this is getting SERIOUS

i bet it feels good as fuck to be a piece of sourdough bread that gets dipped in olive oil with various seasoning & herbs

a bookstore date always sounds like a good idea.

the feminine urge to abandon the novel and start a newer, hotter, less emotionally demanding novel

"whats your 5 year plan?" buddy I nearly go insane thinking about what I should have for dinner

save the bees, plant more trees, clean the seas, titties.