I just want a little place to live with light and windows that can open for the breeze to blow through and blank walls for me to place pictures and shelves for all my books and a little sofa with fluffy pillows and blankets and plants on the kitchen sill. mine. why can’t I? :(
Dave Bautista wonders if he’s too “unattractive” for rom-coms:
“I always look in the mirror and I ask myself, ‘Am I that unattractive? Is there something that unappealing about me that excludes me from these parts?' […] I still have high hopes. I’ll just keep searching.”
“Don’t ask friends for help moving as an adult” “don’t ask friends to do a potluck as an adult” you can literally ask me to hold your hand at the dentist and I will do it