I've Been Living With My Boyfriend For A Year Now And I'm Still Getting Used To Witnessing Someone Being

I've been living with my boyfriend for a year now and I'm still getting used to witnessing someone being good at cooking. He's a great cook, and when he makes something that tastes off he just knows "oh this needed more liquid" or "oh this could've used more of this specific seasoning" and then corrects it next time. When I cook something shitty I go "this is pretty gross! Guess I'll cook it exactly the same way next time and still eat it!"

I thought I’d never find really good gay friends again after I moved to the south but then I got a job at 1930s Mafia themed murder mystery dinner show and then I got really good gay AND autistic friends.

I'm not funny nor evil, I just piss all day every day.

Instagram stalking my ex to make sure I think about how much I don't like them respectfully

shrimps is bugs

quit your job. join my rat king.