i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
here’s the thing, you’re in love with a version of a person that you’ve created in your head, that you are trying to but cannot fix. uh, the only thing you can fix is yourself. i love you, this has gone on way too long. enough is enough. i’m two blocks away, i’m coming over
oh you got eternal sunshine tour tickets? that’s why ariana and i are having a private sleepover concert in her NYC apartment where we talk about our feelings, anxiety, and mental illnesses.
If you complained for 40 days and 40 nights when Positions dropped, if you whined for the entirety of Wicked Part 1, if you couldn’t exhibit an OUNCE of patience while that girl conquered OTHER DREAMS, MOVE. OUT. THE. WAY.
no way people unironically refer to chatgpt as “chat” there’s just no fucking way. chat is for pretending you’re a streamer when a mild inconvenience happens to you. my culture is not your costume ‼️‼️‼️