what I wouldn’t give to have the gastric constitution of a nine-year-old again. like you know when you’re in grade school and you’re like okay I’m gonna have some gushers and pizza and one of those dubious chalky grocery store cookies and then go run around with my friends! and now as an adult if I eat the wrong brand of peanut butter I have to lie down for an hour
a book/movie/tv show: centers around a group of very different people thrown together by mission or circumstance who eventually grow from being a team to being a family
the impulse to hide what I’m doing at my computer still sits so deep even tho I’m literally never looking at anything objectionable , the door will open and I’ll hurry to close the page like oh fuck no one can know I’m looking at the Wikipedia page for the Balkans
