When I’m getting dressed: I hate all of my clothes, why do I own *any* of this?
When I’m trying to cut down on the clothes I own: wow, what a beautiful wardrobe I have, I am a visionary, a fashion icon. I simply can not part with any of this.
There should be a cooking show where the chefs have to go into a random single 20-25 year old guys college apartment and make a 3 course meal with whatever’s in their fridge/kitchen.
6 years ago today I woke up at a friend’s expecting my dad to get me but he couldn’t bc he was killed by a drunk driver that night. Your actions have consequences that affect more than just you. It’s so easy to find a safe ride home, take advantage of that, especially this week