Hate when people say “I’ll never be able to experience that same exact moment again, that so sad”. Like dude the sanctity of joy is in its fleeting nature, to devote your present to what has been deprives you of contemporary fulfillment in the name of old feelings now distorted
New strategy for St. Patrick’s day, dress in the most intimidating way possible. Strangers won’t care if you’re wearing green if they think it’ll be the last pinch they ever do