when i turn on the ceiling fan and it goes too fast, i feel like it’s gonna fly off and kill me
please don’t unfollow me
here have a snickers
you get a bit delusional when you’re hungry
bury me in armor so I’ll be ready for the skeleton war
me: mom, when’s the dinner ready?
mom: why, are you hungry?
HAHA NO MOM I NEED THAT FOR MY COLLEGE APPLICATION
urls are getting so fucking weird now… like what the fuck is a “communist bakery”
no idea… sounds like a really dumb blog
the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life