does anybody else have that friend that you’re pretty sure is your soulmate but in a friend way
no I will not make the first move I will not move at all carry me
‘get back in the kitchen’
be sexist and send me back to a room full of sharp things, poisons, cleaning agents and food I can hide all that shit in
I’ll go back in the kitchen
but you’re leaving the house in a bodybag
And the award for best response to “get back in the kitchen” goes to this post.
Man : a slave to the paper with no sentimental value.