my nose is stuffed, but every time i’ve sat down within the past hour the scent of popcorn and waffles has my nostrils consumed.
When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
i can’t reply at all to any of my messages, btw. nothing happens when i click the publish button. it just stays there. whenever it decides to start working again, i’ll be a happy girl.