Today I made ribble soup for dinner. Didn't burn myself, didn't fuck it up royal. Just made it. Every time I make it I think of my grandma, which leads me to this wierd mixture of saddness and complete joy.
Fucking hormones, fucking sappy "Love Actually" on HBO, I have this desire to write poetry and watch a movie that will make me cry.
Fucking hormones, fucking sappy "Love Actually" on HBO, I have this desire to write poetry and watch a movie that will make me cry.