the dichotomy between guys having such awful instas that you can't use them as "this him" evidence but also not trusting guys with suspiciously aesthetically pleasing instas
anything was funny in high school. one time the teacher asked us what our favorite flavor of ice cream was and I said pistachio. someone behind me immediately said “bro said pistachio”. it was so over for me
neeeeed to watch my own instagram stories a million times as much as i neeeed a stupid little 7 dollar coffee and i neeeeed to sit in a parking lot for 30 minutes a day scrolling on my phone and i neeeeed to contemplate my life i love girling out