marvelousFuck dude. every time im severely depressed, unable to find motivation to feed myself, but i know i need something. So i look in the fridge for the fifth time today, and thats when i spot it: my lover, in plain sight, hidden behind the sourdough. its as if she descended from the heavens solely for the purpose of being super fucking easy to make while also being plain and stomachable and somehow on top of both of those things tasting like a symphony in your mouth. i myself am a voyeur watching the bagel and the cream cheese make love to eachother on my plate, a fated pair. then you go through a two week phase where you eat nothing but bagels, until you forget they exist for a while and then you get to have that whole realization over again. and its not something that becomes dull with time, because every time you re-experience bagel-joy, it is like greeting a long lost friend whos been away at sea. bittersweet and in that moment it is infinite. i am going to go make myself a bagel
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