end of year always makes me feel emo about all the things I once again didn’t do, which is silly because the day to day of this year, as with last year and the year before that and the year before that, is still full of so many sparkly moments and abundance and fun and love and I feel lucky all the time :‘)
In 2025 I ate a lot of bread but the cool part was that I made most of it. every time I eat bread from a bakery I’m still like, what the fuck I don’t know shit, but it’s fun (and nice to spend most of my time on social media just watching people talk about dough)
