Whenever i’m at a sushi counter i wonder if the chef appreciates how little soy sauce i use, and then i wonder what it’s like to be normal

I hated 80 degree November but also need her to come back

genuinely what is better than sitting on the couch with your friends not really talking to each other but randomly giggling and sharing memes

getting caught in closing subway doors and shoving through like the well girl from The Ring coming out of the tv

Is eating cold leftover burrito in bed a high or low point, I can't tell

done with the other hellsite (I’ll probably lurk who am i kidding)