I think I hate some of my friends’ exes more than they do lol they’re out here like “I hope he’s doing well :)” and I’m like oh? I hope he never gets a convenient parking spot ever again and can only grow patchy pubey facial hair forever
i give everyone permission to milk my death for personal benefits if i die. idc if we’re just acquaintances, if we ever talked and i suddenly drop dead one day i want you to tell your boss you just lost a friend and take the day off. my treat
kinda miss social media in 2012 where the concept of an influencer didn’t exist and everyone was using instagram’s premade filters and posting pictures of random shit like a handful of skittles or an overexposed sunset those were the days
i kinda like drinking during quarantine because not once while i’ve been double fisting vodka crans in my apartment has any dude unnecessarily put his hand on my back to get around me