#matched

there's something so beautiful about looking back and being thankful for all the traumatizing dystopian fiction in your life

(He knows this is not normal. He knows being this helplessly devoted to a girl he met less than an hour ago defies logic, and cannot be the foundation of a real lasting relationship, and is the direct result of an increasingly-toxic chemical imbalance in his brain. He also does not care.)

okay so the world is divided into 4 sections, those who like banana bread, those who like cilantro, oatmeal lovers, and those who eat biscuits. The rest are scum. So our girl likes both banana bread and oatmeal biscuits, and thinks cilantro tastes like soap. So she joins banana bread. Her male lead thinks cilantro tastes like soap but likes it anyway, but has chosen the banana bread section. She is traumatized by a whole life of eating cilantro and pretending to love it. Both of them want to be more than just banana bread eaters and want to eat everything. The girl conceals a secret, she's actually an Unsated, someone who likes/eats whatever. We stand and watch in horror as the oatmeal eaters pose a threat to her life