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What is this "full" feeling you speak of?
Hint: all food is filled with love.
And by orbit, I mean your face place.
Hello, burger, it's me, Erin. I'm going to eat you now so we can be together forever. Or for a day. Or however long you're inside of me.
"That guy loves his food. I want to be loved like that." — A line from the script of my TBD titled Rom-Com.
::: teleports into the largest bowl of mac and cheese ever seen :::
"I need chocolate, and I know EXACTLY where they're hiding it."
And I don't want to.
Pie? I'll have a slice of each, thanks.
Me this weekend? Oh, I'll just be hanging with my besties. Pretty awesome, actually.
They'll thank you later, trust me.
OVER. ALL. THINGS.
Or every minute of the day, to be more exact.