post scriptum

I love cooking and being cooked for and cooking for and with someone I love

You know you’ve made it when you’re not murdered, you’re assassinated

spending alone time with myself is very therapeutic.

do you ever see a really pretty girl and the gay just hits you

i was genuinely feeling so bad and tired and kinda sick from having to wake up so early but watching lewis and seb on the podium has genuinely resurrected me i have been cured of everything i only feel emotional now

being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]

today my best friend said “i’m so in love with you i feel like a little container of strawberries”