My color's green. I'm spring.

the other day my cousin, who is far too young to watch it, started an impromtu breaking bad roleplay in which he was walter white and i was jesse pinkman… because we were cooking rice.

cousin: jesse we have to cook *pouring rice into the pot*

me: *immediately catching on* oh wow mista white i aint never made meth like this before

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.