pregnancy during apocalypse trope is CRAZYYY to me like why are you letting him come inside you girl???? now is NOT the time.

sorry for showing symptoms of the disorder i told you multiple times I have. Do you want me to kill myself?

thankfully matter cannot be created or destroyed so You don’t even have to worry about it

your scent processing being so close to memory in your brain is insane sometimes you step outside and take a whiff and go "ah, it smells like playing pokemon emerald in my third grade afterschool program in the crisp september of 2006"

current situation

i’m genuinely so jealous of all you eclipse watchers. steps on your special glasses. sorry i didn’t mean that