the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
… it’s too early for this bullshit.
I unfortunately can tell the difference between love and infatuation. And I say unfortunately because this weird thing happening to me right now is pretty dang close to love. I’m falling, hard. He brings happiness to my life that I never thought I’d see again. When we look at each other, everyone in close proximity can feel what’s between us. Our chemistry is intense. But he’s leaving in two months. I’m in love and heartbroken all at the same time..
I like him
Oops. I just fell in love
*squats down to look in the refrigerator* fitness