ry

they love me because I be saying shit like alas and perchance

last night I said 'how fortuitous' unironically

happy pride month dykes i love you dykes

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

please everyone. i beg you. listen to albums

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

Would you let me put a fruit sticker on your forehead as a whimsical jest?

imagine you're Plato and you get resurrected and the first thing someone tells you is your name now means "not having sex" and you're like haha linguistic coincidences are wild and they're like no it's a direct reference to you as a person

rice is like a best friend and a lover to me

Not enough people talking about how well broccoli holds a sauce

Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else