i just spent a full HOUR mixing possibly every food dye we have in this godforsaken house to make black frosting, only to find out after my sister got home that we HAVE. BLACK. FOOD. DYE.
I usually refrain from joking about suicide because I find it distasteful but I think in this moment it is appropriate to say I wanted to kill myself
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missing the taste of jungle juice so bad it's unreal
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i truly deeply dont even wanna think abt where i'd be academically if it werent for this bitch
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@inspotlight
❝ hey- oh my gosh okay i needed another opinion besides elijah's- you thinking we open the sparkling rose or just do seltzers? ❞ val asks, not yet looking up from behind the bar counter outside where she's looking through the cooler, before she does properly stand up. the recognition clearly hits though as soon as she sees her and she smiles brightly. ❝ oh my gosh wait- you must be nini! hi, i'm valerie- but everyone calls me val. it's so nice to finally meet you! ricky's said amazing things about you. ❞ she comes around the counter to give the other girl a tight hug. ❝ you're so pretty, oh my goodness. but i mean- of course you are, your man has good taste. we're so happy you're here, i told ricky he just had to come to my grad party, and obviously he had to bring the girl he's so in love with... ❞
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one of my old anthropology buddies is an INTENSE stress baker and every time i see her post like 5 different fucking amazing looking restaurant quality baked goods to instagram across three days i just wanna message her like buddy. you good???
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Life almost disappears, those summer afternoons spent reading in the park, your head half-leaning on his shoulder. Those mornings in the spring, a little late for work.
It didn't matter then, the way he took two sugars in his coffee. The way you let your hair grow out too long.
But these, the memories we keep, crammed in a shoebox full of polaroids, saved somewhere on a half-forgotten hard drive, they're what remains behind. They're what your sister finds, the weekend that she helps you pack your life.
And then it's sitting on the couch, your kitchen stuff already wrapped in paper. It's styrofoam containers, soda cans. It's wine that she's already drinking from the bottle.
And you can't figure out whose silhouette that was, who showed up to your party with a boa. And she is pretty sure her ex has kids.
But maybe that's why you and I keep postcards. Somebody's bow tie, paperclips, that bit of string.
They don't remind us of some other time, exactly. They're pieces of the people that we were, they're feelings that we'd wanted to hold on to.
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kind of tempted to buy titty tape and wear it to a science conference or like....a family gathering. idk I felt insecure in high school and stuff bc my boobs were always smaller but like.....I don't want them anymore
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i got two toh acrylic charms in the mail today and the artist put in a few stickers with the thank you note :D
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if you are new at being an adult/living on your own (especially if you started out adulthood or post grad life during the early days of the pandemic) and feel lonely despite having friends and people you talk to, please invite people to hang out at your place. this sounds like stupid advice but not enough people take it to heart. “oh we’re not that close” that’s how you get that close!!! I cannot emphasize enough how much your friends don’t care if you have socks on the floor or some dishes in the sink or a cramped apartment that doesn’t look very nice or some central activity to keep them entertained. invite people over. don’t limit yourself to things that cost money and exist only in public. let yourself be with people in the intimacy of your own home. the number of times a friend has come over and just started doing the dishes for me or I’ve sat matching socks while they folded their laundry on the floor. let them bring some snacks instead of venmoing each other for takeout. provide some tea or alcohol or whatever you like and can afford. you don’t need an excuse to see people. you don’t need an excuse to let them see you.
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