ponder The Rounde, get yourself found. and killed. immediately.

The Rounde

There was an orb called The Rounde, it was huge and glowing and everyone turned into chainsaws and attacked me when I tried to kiss it.

love is indeed stored in the cupcake. or the bread loaf. or bowl of soup. or grilled cheese. or

i love cooking and then seeing people's reaction to my food it makes me so happy { little me wanted to be a chef for years and years }

it’s her, she’s gonna watch your insides burst as you go “ow! ow! ow!”

Katy Perry had died and Minecraft decided to honor her by making special blazes that had her face.

you know how there’s that one picture of the rhino in the zoo with the “enrichment” snow?

yeah i’m currently in my dorm room bored as fuck eating graham crackers made with impromptu dyed buttercream frosting and i’m calling it “enrichment” for my mental state

see, this is what i mean. true friendship between internet weirdos. none of you would get it.

this is what i mean by curating my online experience

this is what i mean by curating my online experience

“i can fix him” but it’s just some himbo who’s perfect the way he is and i just think he’s hot right now

I see another choir kid :)

being a choir kid like. yes i sing song. no i still get nervous every concert. yes we exist.

dm-ing you how I see the world (affectionate)

I think human emotion is related to cooking, in a little way. People get a little happier if you share the last piece of a cookie with them. When I used to eat lunch with my high school friends, I’d give them my bag of chips if they didn’t have anything to eat. I was very proud when they’d compliment a recipe I made for the first time. I improvised a soup home alone and said something like “that’s what love feels like” when I took the first bite.

All I’m saying is: love is stored in the ingredients.

me: *walking across the stage at graduation* oh boy! i’m very glad to be part of the class of 2023!

The eldritch/lovecraftian horror whispering in my ear: and 1923. and 1823. and 1723. and 16—

mormon boba tea

don’t get me wrong, i loved Frankenstein because I got to see a man go insane by the thought of his own creation gaining sentience and hurting everything he loves because the world hurt him, but why did he have to say some boring stuff sometimes. Just tell Walton you need a break.

yeah, prom was great, but have you ever felt the existential dread of feeling lonely and wished the person whom you had an unhealthy attachment to was there with you?

random question for the internet. how many straight girls have had their first kiss out of spite because. they saw someone homophobic in public. asking for two friends.

can we pretend that airplanes in the airplanes are like air-airplanes

being a choir kid like. yes i sing song. no i still get nervous every concert. yes we exist.