#chi:starter

Just so everyone knows, when you make something in a waffle maker, it makes it 500% better. PB&J? Fantastic. Grilled cheese? Phenomenal. Mac and cheese stuffed inside of a piece of pizza? Best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. You’re welcome in advance.

Cross-country road trips are so romanticized, but driving for literal days is torture and my legs and ass hate me.

So, heads up for everyone who doesn’t know, but apparently putting plastic in the microwave isn’t the best thing to do if you’re trying not to burn your apartment down. If you’re trying to burn it down, then you’re doing great. But otherwise, microwave + plastic = not good. I guess I have to add that to my list of what not to put in the microwave. I also just said the word microwave so much that it doesn't sound like a word anymore. 

I hope everyone enjoyed their weekend! I was lucky enough to fly over to the Eastern seaboard and spent most of my waking hours sailing down the coast. It was nice to be back home for a few hours, even if I was pretty quick to get out of there. I’m thinking about having some kind of happy hour on the Charlotte one of these days-- would anybody be interested in sailing around Lake Michigan?

             era uma cena extremamente comum: fazia mais de dois anos que todo dia durante o verão, as dezesseis horas da tarde quando o sol de chicago estava em uma temperatura agradável harley mae pegava seja lá que livro que ela tinha que ler para alguma aula e ia até o jardim do campus da faculdade, se sentando na parede com sol lhe aquecendo. quer dizer, ela sabia que podia ter câncer com esse tanto de sol, mas não se importava tanto quando o mundo iria morrer dali a trinta anos por causa de pessoas que não acreditavam em aquecimento global então tudo bem. ou algo do tipo. estava lendo um dos livros mais chatos que havia encontrado na sua vida, seus olhos apenas passando pela linha para dizer a si mesma que havia feito isso mas logo desviou o olhar dali, olhando em volta procurando algum conhecido para que pudesse usar de desculpa e escapar daquela tortura literária. 

How long do birthdays last in everyone else’s homes? Because I turned twenty-five like two weeks ago now, and my parents are still sending random gifts. Which I realize sounds like such a first world problem, but it’s unnecessary, and I don’t need the constant reminder that I’m halfway to fifty.

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 // like for a starter (up to até minha criatividade morrer)

𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁