We watched some episodes of sailor moon and i went to go pee, found her in my bag
She’s been in it for hours
I’m not sure if you’re aware but you OWN A FUCKING OWL
Dear future husband: I’m not sure when I’ll meet you. Some days I doubt I ever will. But maybe my pessimism is something you’ll find endearing. I have no idea who you are. I like to think you’ll stumble into my work one day, pink cheeks and hair lightly dusted with snow, and I’ll give you a coffee on the house because you look so cute and cold. And maybe you’ll see me as more than just a mediocre looking girl working a part time job and maybe you’ll purposely wait around until I’m on my break to come say hi. Maybe we’ll go out on a few dates and we’ll get sushi and you’ll eat a mouthful of wasabi just to make me laugh but instead you just make yourself sick, and that makes me laugh even more. Idiot. Maybe we’ll go out for ice cream and you’ll try to steal a lick of mine right as I’m going in for a lick too and the sides of our mouths will kind of bump awkwardly in the most unromantic way possible and we’ll both wonder “OH GOD WAS THAT OUR FIRST KISS?” But then I’ll turn my face towards yours and lean in close and you’ll kiss me soft and hard and it’ll all taste like mint chocolate chip. And maybe you’ll start to come over on the weekends, and we’ll do things like try to bake a pie but screw it up and end up just eating spoonfuls of the filling and hooking up my SNES and playing games neither of us are old enough to have purchased new and then maybe we’ll fuck. Make love? Fuck? Both, because it’s fun but also remarkable. And I’ll hold you when your grandmother dies, because I know she basically raised you and it’s okay, you’re allowed to cry. And you’ll speak softly when my anxiety hits, your gentle words will weave themselves between the panic and untangle me. And we will fight, we will, and I’ll slam the door in your face and then open it a second later because I know I will never want to see your face for the last time. We will never have a last time. Dear future husband, I don’t know if you’re out there. But, dear god, I hope you are.
I shop for pajamas that I would want to see my future girlfriend wearing.
So cute. Omg.
Just saw a local news story about Black Friday that interviewed a woman who had to take a retail shift on Thanksgiving. Fortunately, the benevolent store managers allowed her to bring her teenage son into work with her and even paid him for working at the store as well!! He was so grateful to have some spending money of his own to buy gifts on Black Friday. This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for capitalism for making such a heartwarming story possible, god bless us everyone.
Aw thank you :D! It was supposed to be me back when I had pink hair. I’m soon going to have to update it with black hair instead ^^;