my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.
me: i would just give it to you.
my dad:
At this point half the reason I still put up with TiKTok is the insane bakers and cooks. I mean LOOK AT THIS.
goooooooooood FUCKIN lord
“Behind my romanticism lies a primitive woman with primitive hungers.”
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume IV (1944-1947)
