savoring a rare moment wherein I actually feel confident that my future is bright?! and that I do in fact have a unique artistic point of view?! and that my life is unfolding exactly how it was meant to?! 2025 is my fucking year
I hate nothing more than an interruption stickler. firstly you are a cop. secondly you need get into the adhd flow state of active listening or get out. thirdly you are only mad cuz you don't have shit to say. if you can't hang with the big dogs just admit it. heat kitchen etc
feel bad for elphaba but your entire college friend group turning out lowkey evil is simply the risk you take when you choose to attend an ivy league university
an ozempic riddled Megan Trainor, once a proponent of 2010s "body positivity" movement, now stands in bobble-headed irrelevancy on the other end of her 15 minutes. emaciated and scrutinised, her faux "all about that base" tagline now a hollow symbol of a bygone era