do you know what literally drives me up the fucking wall?
young adults 20 years in the future will bond over this while drinking in dorm rooms the way we did for pokemon. you mark my words on this. i am not kidding. stare into the future and feel the icy creep of time
you make rum balls at nine in the evening, thinking it might be cooler. you were wrong. it’s so hot. the mixture is melting, spreading. these are not rum balls. they’re sticking to your hand, the counter, everywhere. it’s so hot. why did you decide to do this? you should’ve just drunk the rum. it’s so hot.