It’s so funny to know who the Beatles are your whole life, see the Target tshirt, have the corniest losers and band geeks and old people explain the Beatles to you, and then listen to the Beatles and it’s actually the fucking best shit ever.
Straightening out my Marvel shirt because Giraffe Man’s head and Captain Brave’s ass are stuck in between my tit folds while on my way to arrest someone for premeditated failure to worship Israel. Thinking about how similar I am to the heroes in my favorite movies