my heart wanders and returns

the part of adulthood that no one ever warns you about is the amount of surfaces you need to acquire to put your things and trinkets on

i’m always so flattered when bees buzz around me. sorry miss, i’m not a flower, but it’s very sweet that you thought i was

probably feels good af to latch your jaws onto someone and not let go

boy i sure do love a character who is playing a Character. a character who you have to basically forcefully cut open to get a glimpse of who they actually are. bonus points if they themselves have no fucking clue because theyve been pretending for so long theyve forgotten who they are when theyre not

I haven’t said anything interesting in a long while. this will continue

I've posted about this before but back home at my old job I used to get pho so fucking often that the owners of the place stopped asking me what I wanted and stopped handing me menus when I walked in. After I moved to NY and I could only go back to Chicago like once a year, I sat down and they gave me a menu and I was like "Oh no I already know what I want, can I get--" and they were like OHHH #36 WITH EXTRA NOODLES YOU'RE BACK and I almost cried

ok. enough suffering now. i am seeking out delight

me 2 me: anything u want princess