“my twitter has been ruined ill never come back from this lmao.”
Mozzarella! Parmesan! Fontina! This is a threesome you fully support.
If you like Hawaiian pizza you can get the f*ck off my couch.
Pisces: Any pizza will do, only they’d like there’s with some wine (and by ‘some’ they mean just leave the key to the wine cellar).
“Sorry I got drunk and said and did everything I wanted to say and do.”
Sorry internet, but I don’t see the big hoo-har about Beyoncé.
When I say I don’t like pizza, I don’t mean I don’t like pizza. I mean I don’t like commitment.
Unless you pull a Mary Kate and Ashley, and put literally everything in your parents’ fridge that you took without asking on top of a perfectly good cheese pizza during a bullshit sleepover with your creepy ass friends, you’re probably going to love your pizza.
Pizza doesn’t acknowledge the love handles you so despise, nor does it point out the fact that you no longer wear a size 4. Pizza loves you for who you are, and you love Pizza for what it is.
Self-hatred is like chemotherapy. It always feels terrible, and in the wrong dose, it can destroy you from the inside, cause you too much pain to move, and can even kill you.
But the right dosage of it can absolutely save your life.