Something about the simple elegance of “Todd Bonzalez” gets me every time.
Something about the simple elegance of “Todd Bonzalez” gets me every time.
I don’t know – but, if so, put me down as cynical or oblivious, too.
Ooo, drunk birbs!
Their eye color is so light – it looks like they have googly eyes.
Almost impossibly cute.
lash out in anger and destroy the people that make them feel that way
Small correction: “… destroy the people that they think make them feel that way”.
Absolute units.
Cyril Connolly?!
You are younger than me.
What’s something the 50-something-year-old knows that the 40-something-year-old doesn’t, and what does the 40-something-year-old know that you don’t?
This picture makes me deeply uncomfortable. (Edited: dumb typo.)
Slowpoke Rodriguez!
insert dril tweet here
Oat milk for me, too. I’ve found there’s quite a bit of variation between brands, though. I like the thicker, creamier varieties that have just a touch of sweetness.
The rice milk I’ve tried has been largely flavorless; soy milk has that “soy milk” flavor that I don’t hate, but I’m not really into; and the nut milks I’ve tried (especially almond milk) have an odd, slight sourness that I find really unpleasant. I’d like coconut milk more if it tasted more coconutty.
Worse things happen at sea, you know!
Some of the things you mentioned in your first comment really point to infatuation to me, like your perseonal identity becoming secondary to a shared identity, and “Anything that contradicts being with or caring for them is basically impossible to even think.” These sound like elements of an unhealthy relationship.
This sounds more like infatuation than love, TBH.
What the hell kind of math is this?