all i really want out of life is to be the second-weirdest person in my friend group
bc like, i don’t want to hang out SOLELY with people who are weirder than me, bc where’s my chance to shine
but also if anyone tries to call me out on my shit i can be like “ok but Calder has that dissected cow head soaking in bleach in their closet so maybe get off my dick”
Thank you to everyone who recommended hydrogen peroxide over bleach you are just enabling me
i want my baking to be so good that when someone eats it they either wonder why im not married or have a split-second panic abt proposing to me right then and there
Being stuck inside for most of this year, I’ve been feeling a lot of nostalgia for little magical moments in nature from my childhood. I would love to see fireflies again one day! Was there ever a moment in your childhood that felt like actual magic?