Ok We Just Laughed Until Our Ribs Got Tired. Now What

Im so brave for going outside even though everyone thinks im weird and is plotting to undermine/hurt me

as i get older, i realize more and more that talking is truly pointless

when I taste my own cooking I fall in love with myself

I need to be babied, for science. serious inquiries only freaks

I need to be babied, for science. serious inquiries only freaks

mind if I come over and behave somewhat like a scared animal before I adjust

sometimes remembering things just absolutely kills me

can we PLEASE talk about how taylor swift really built an entire album around a car metaphor for a toxic relationship. like. she feels like this luxury car he crashed years ago!expensive, rare, irreplaceable… but she still wants him. so what does she do?? she tells him to go ahead, buy the car he wants. but here’s the thingggg the car won’t even start unless he touches her again.

and the wild part?? it works. he gets the car. so she lets go of her past and jumps in with him, ready to ride or die. they’re barely at the starting line before they’re breaking every rule, flooring it, crashing through fences like manic teenagers in love.

but then?? he starts throwing spikes on the road. like metaphorical sabotage. and she sees it, she knows it’s dangerous, but she doesn’t care because the ride is just so intoxicating. she’s addicted to the chaos and danger.

But of course. OF COURSE. he crashes it. again. AT HER OWN PARTY and he just drives away. To leave her stranded and safe, but right back at the start.

and the worst part??? she realizes he never even bought the car. it was a RENTAL. just like she was to him.

I'm "looking" for a boyfriend in the sense that I'm waiting for one to fall into my lap by divine intervention.