my mom bought me a camouflage sweater today and i was like mom why did u do that and she said “so u can go hunting for men”
im in no position to have high standards but it doesn’t stop me
My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.
That’s not a yearbook.
That’s a hit list.
My reaction to everything ever
*precisely determines where i should take the next bite of my sandwich*
i hate when people say “you’ve barely touched your food” like what do you want me to do stroke it