My job currently has no heating and I just wanna curl up in front of a fire and never be cold again.
Some dude reblogged my pizza and literally all he seems to post is food and butts. His priorties are definitely in order.
I call this the “Junkyard Surprise” pizza. Made from whatever falls into the catch trays throughout the day. Amazing.
i cant believe there was a time in my life where i hated the color pink. it just feels unreal to me. i dont feel a connection to how i was in the past
I just remembered how I used to be really depressed and terrified of dying and now I’m alright and dying sounds not very terrible at all. Like it’s that point right before you die that probably isn’t fun but lots of things aren’t fun. Bowling isn’t even a little bit fun but people do it anyway. And I also like the idea of celebrating a person’s life instead of a very sad funeral. Like they were always going to die but they did a lot of things and you should throw a party in their memory. If no one throws me a party when I die I’m going to be very upset.