what’s left of my heart’s still made of gold

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to deny location sharing and turn off personalized ads and reject all non-essential cookies and not set up siri and face ID

you're not unknowable you blond bisexual bastard. there's a socially inept bottom right there and he wants to snort you like a line of coke

microwaves you for 30 seconds stirs you and microwaves you for another 30 seconds

i always click the "track package" button as soon as i get the email. "oh boy i wonder where my package is!" warehouse.

"please be kind to jeremy!!!" lol nah

ao3 is an awesome website for people who love "open in new tab"

You make soup in a big bowl. You serve it in a smaller bowl. And then you convey it, using a spoon, to your mouth. But what is the spoon? Simply a smaller bowl still