The laundromat is too bright. The way the rows and rows of washers and dryers glitter under the fluorescent lights makes you think that they’ll bite, so you close your eyes. The world sways pleasantly. The washer sloshes rhythmically; the dryer hums underneath. It makes you feel like you’re a little girl again, diving in the sun-soaked waters of the bay. Sand sucking at your toes. Salt in your mouth. You lick your lips. You can almost taste it, can almost picture the impossible, dazzling blue of the sky. The waves, rocking you, gently, like a mother would.

have more of my shitty guilty pleasure otp

TA: you fuckiing nerd TG: lol u luv it

ROSE: Let them be, dear. Consider it akin to a nature documentary. We mustn't interfere with the animals as they engage one another.

"You're cute without your glass-°hips° *glasses y'know?"

But yes thank you!! Ship names make everything better especially when they're puns!!!

gettin slime outta cat fur is a bitch ill tell u what