I didn’t wake up this morning expecting to invite any cereal-based discourse to my inbox, but I’ve also now looked up the definition of Soup and at this point I have to ask: WHAT the everloving heck is wrong with y’all.
*teleports to your house and pours milk in your cupboards*
whenever anyone mentions that they were talking abt me I get this weird but kind of comforting feeling that I exist to a person outside of our own relationship,, like?? u talked abt me??? u thought of me when I wasn’t there????? i exist to u when I’m not around????!!!!!!?
I reblogged to much to let it go away in like a day?? 