the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bags despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
whaddup with these motherfucking train times from edinburgh to london and back it’s nearly £300 what the actual fuck there’s no way i’m paying that much to sit on a tin can with snotty teenagers and screaming babies when it’s going that fucking way without me or not anyway what the hell how is this justifiable