hey. don’t cry. crush three cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?
hot take but i actively miss when tv shows were like 20 episodes a season. slow down. let me get to know the characters. let them do something dumb and not consequential to the plot for one fucking second i’m begging you.
too young to know it gets better i’ve been the archer i’ve been the prey it’s hard to be at a party when you feel like an open wound i was so ahead of the curve the curve became a sphere i used to scream ferociously anytime i wanted i’ve never been a natural all i do is try, try, try brace myself for the goodbye cause it’s all i’ve ever known could’ve followed my fears on the way down i’ve never been on the outside i’m still at the restaurant still waiting in the corner i haunt i got wasted like all my potential i’m just a girl trying to find a place in this world
