stop i’m so caterpilled rn

things will work out + it’s still early + not everything is lost + trees

i am so undertattooed

i wish mosquitos didn't make you itchy and give you horribly infectious diseases. i wouldn't begrudge them a humble nibble were it not so

love the end of the two towers where gandalf looks into the sunset talking bout "yea frodo had to go it alone it was his destiny and there is no changing it he will be ok 😌✨" and aragorn is like "sam went with him btw" and gandalf is like "oh fuck thank god"

it has always been a dream of mine to relax

it’s just not possible

as a rule it's always more interesting when two people who know each other outlive a third person that they both loved and then their relationship becomes So Much Weirder and more emotionally fraught, entangled, and charged when that third person dies

Beware the buttery winds of pierogi madness

i noticed my horrible patterns! i think the process stops there