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🍝30-min Pasta Primavera🍝 


“Why are you talking about the next life?”

“Ah, hurry up and promise me.”

“Then I want you to promise me something as well. Make sure you come back alive. It’s an order.”

so I'm at the hospital with my mom and grandma

I told my mom I needed to get some writing done and sat down with my phone.

She walked behind me a minute ago while I’m aimlessly scrolling through Tumblr because that’s the person I am and mumbles ‘just like fuckin high school.’