Opera’s Next Babe

god I'm such a slut for Chinese eggplant in garlic sauce *decides it’s inaccurate to refer to myself as a slut in light of my minimal sexual activity* if The Enemy discovered my ardor for Chinese eggplant in garlic sauce, they would gain a significant strategic advantage

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"

I love when someone is explaining instructions to a group I’m in and they look at me and it reminds them to say something about using preferred names/pronouns or that there’s vegan food options available. I go by my given name/pronouns and I’m not vegan but I’m proud that I can provide this service

i like when a story has multiple major characters who are extremely important to the plot and close to the protagonist but rarely talk to eachother. like its just relatable to me. who hasnt had a 'best friend of my best friend' relationship. a 'guy whos in all my group chats but i genuinely dont remember their name sometimes' relationship. now imagine going on a quest to save the world together. incredible vibes.

it was a pleasure being Mexican with you guys

When you're a kid you just take trees for granted. Then when you get to be an adult you realize that a fully mature tree cannot be created in an amount of time that fits in a convenient landscaping timeframe for love nor money nor all the powers of science. Then you realize that people are very very very cavalier about chopping them down

literally every problem i've had in my adult life has been solved by open and honest communication. which is fucking stupid, first of all

also part of growing up is realizing that the embarrassing music you liked in your early teen years still goes hard as hell