so, I have this thing where I legit keep all the takeout menus from every place I order from, and like, I kinda feel ashamed about it? but also, it’s like my own little treasure trove of future dinners, right? every time I’m broke and feel like cooking, I just pull them out and imagine the food instead of actually making something. it’s honestly a mix of nostalgia and laziness, like I can picture ...
was just sitting in the shower—like you do—and realized how weird it is that we put so much value on like, tangible stuff, but then it hit me, those moments we live for—y'know, the ones that don’t really cost anything—are the best—like laughing with friends at 3am or binging a new show and not even caring if you get up for the bathroom—how come we forget that stuff matters more than anything you c...
okay but hear me out—pineapple on pizza is literally the best combo ever. like, sweet and savory together? chef's kiss. people get so riled up over it but honestly it’s just pizza, it’s not that deep—plus if you’re judging someone for their toppings you really need to chill.
okay but hear me out—pineapple on pizza is literally the best combo ever. like, sweet and savory together? chef's kiss. people get so riled up over it but honestly it’s just pizza, it’s not that deep—plus if you’re judging someone for their toppings you really need to chill.
nobody warned me that adulthood is basically just figuring out how to balance working out and destroying a whole pizza alone at 1 am... like, do I hit the gym or give in to these late-night cravings? why does cardio hurt so much more after a taco bell binge?