I feel like I live in my kitchen whenever I’m home. Food<3
My way of staying sane when it’s way too late.
I’ll never forget the time I was eating with my friends at McDonald’s and I started overhearing the conversation going on at the booth next to me and it went something like, “and then I skullfucked her so hard, she squealed like a seagull.”
Mickie D’s is too real for me.
Finals studying, day 2. Still alive. But barely.