#* dom.

          she has to knock on the door with her forehead. it’s a loud, sorta intimidating noise that doesn’t feel like it was really worth it. she settles for trying to yell without yelling. she thinks she’s got it down to a fine art, actually.  “ hey, hon, i got two arms full of goodies here, if you want - ” she looks down and counts off the stuff balanced in her hands. “ coffee, subs and donuts, you better come get it. ” / @thymocosm​.

           ‘ — technically i saw them first but i was over there trying to find - toilet paper and i honestly didn’t think anyone was gonna come in and get the last pack of cornes de gazelle because, ’ deep breath, laugh,  ‘ it’s funny, i’ve never actually met anyone else in my life who eats those. but, um, please split the pack with me. i’ve had a super bad day. ’