so fucking English rn with my cheese and onion pastie and my lemon black tea

when I was 13, my best (and only) friend was visiting so my family rented Signs, and we watched it in the gloaming and then tried to go to bed, but it was a very hot, windy night, so my friend and I posted up on my bedroom floor with the window wide open and shadows of tree branches dancing on the floor and I spent a good 3 hours trying not to hear all the creakings and squeakings and trying not to imagine that goddamn alien hand jutting out from under the door and for some reason this is one of my most visceral memories.

I am so going to be one of those obnoxious people who gets to be like “yeah I told you how cool that was like five years ago” about SC

backing off the cold brew this week cause as damn delish as our iced coffee is, sick!August+caffeine=anxiety

crow: **swoops past car window**
me: wow. birds are so crazy. how do they…calculate all those vectors…
Jake: they don’t…….
me: …
Jake: they wing it.
me: ………..