If you don’t think different shapes of pasta taste differently you can fuck off
horror movie synopsis
- white family moves into house
- the house got some shit in it
- family refuses to acknowledge that they got some shit in they house
- turns out that shit is some ultrashit
"don’t complain, I have it worse than you"
Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.
the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day
This is why I turn my phone off after midnight now
It’s funny how I have a better conversation in my head with myself, than I do with most people.