Today on my run up through Central Park in Harlem I saw four teenagers smoking weed. As I passed them I shouted in a firm but friendly voice: "Smells like failure!" and kept going. I said it as an act of love, honestly. I hope that at some point one of them might think about it.
rewatching the real world on netflix- completely forgot they used to always cast one absolutely fucking insane person a season. case in point: nia, season 13