these are like if you took those awesome chex mix pieces and then made them taste like a sweet salty corn (soup?) (i’m just guessing on the soup part i have not tried corn soup YET)
maybe not radical honesty, but like.. just living. like, twirling strangers in the dance hall because it feels right and skipping down the grocery aisles and sitting down and writing for yourself in public and having fancy ginger beer for breakfast and talking unabashedly. yknow??? maybe this is common sense but i’ve found peace again
