Shells. Because I’m less likely to get eaten.

Seriously though. Fuck shell pasta where they all stick together

Orzo. I always tried to be like someone I’m not. Now I’m neither rice nor pasta.

Macaroni because I’m hollow inside, and unlike penne, have no point

Lasagne - I got layers.

Wagon Wheel. Not because it’s a good pasta. But because it’s most likely to survive in the back of a pantry. Little to no sauce retention. Wagon wheel, for survival.

Macaroni because I have an unhealthy obsession with cheese.

Mafaldine because I look cute with little ruffles and there’s nothing remotely straight about me

I will block out the sun with my lasagne body! All will fear me! All will obey me!

I would be mushroom bowtie farfalle (which I enjoy often) because I’m always just out of reach, even to myself.

I’d love to say campanelle, because I’m fun and stuff.

I’m a gnocchi, because I’m potato.

Copypasta, nothing more I want to be than a long overused block of text that clogs up threads all over the net.

I am also partial to shell pasta.

Orichiette. Cause they’re like little bowls of sauce on their own. Each one of them a tiny flavour universe.

Spaghetti, because Im lanky, and annoying to handle when Im cooked

I’d want to be a spaghetti but I’d probably be a penne.

The screwed one