if i was your boyfriend id never let you go. id sew myself onto your body. we are permanently bonded.
i’m going to heal from this and someday i’ll live in an apartment with a sunlit kitchen in a city i love and my best friends around the corner
learned today the most embarrassing spongebob reference to make if nobdy there gets it which is "the inner machinations of my mind....are an enigma" and everyone thought I was just fucking saying that
i hope this doesn’t sound really weird but i feel really bad for the lady who came up with gender reveal parties. she had a very legitimate reason for throwing herself one–she’d had a few miscarriages, all of them miscarrying before she was able to find out the sex of her baby and due to really wanting to have children she was distraught, so when her pregnancy made it to the milestone of being able to find out her baby’s sex, she was understandably incredibly excited and threw a party to celebrate it. honestly she had every right to do so and was more celebrating the fact that she’d carried her baby to that point rather than celebrating if it was a girl or a boy
and now she’s the inventor of this horrible thing that makes stupid people cause wildfires. all this lady wanted to do was have some cake and celebrate her pregnancy after a few miscarriages. i feel fucking terrible for her.