finish this sentence: m
y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
What the actual fuck
you come into MY house, you call MY otp a BROMANCE
a very intimidating middle class family is staring me down in panera bread because i put mac and cheese on my baguette
update: i told them that staring is rude and that i would eat anything on this baguette including their small child
you are everything i aspire to be
when you feel the first cramp