Coming back onto this account just to say something really important: you purple people are one step away from murder, and I don’t know how to better articulate it. Like it’s not your favorite color, it’s your reason for living.
I hate when people ask for directions bc I don’t know 98% of the time and then they’ll be like “oh you’re not from the city either, are you?” Like I have lived here for two years but use Maps for everything sooo I respond “ya haha”
The strangest byproduct of the spotted lanternfly is the pure savagery of kids who stomp them to death as it’s the one civic duty they can practice that involves murder.
Does anybody else have a Bible their parents gave them with the loveliest note written on the first page? I have one from my mom and it always gives me the warm fuzzies when I read it 💕
Me in the break room listening to my Columbia alumni coworkers discuss plans to visit their gorgeous alma mater, silently remembering my rejection letter