i just love how anne is like come, let us have a deeply emotionally vulnerable threesome where i even take off my shirt (< i never do) bc im having a dyke crisis and want my emotional support man who ive been with for like 10 years there. and max is like okay *puts her fingers in his mouth*
not to sound like a medieval peasant or a catholic but i resent anti-carb propaganda so much like bread will never be evil it is holy it is divine it is one of life’s most simple yet decadent pleasures. love is stored in the bread
Realistically I could never get rid of tumblr because it gives me the illusion of a community of strange young women all around my same age, all slowly figuring out how to live too