looking back at old pictures of my 16 year old self and imagining meeting her in person as i am now and basically recreating the “it’s not your fault” scene from good will hunting
me when i'm in the H. R. Giger soup dimension and the robotic miniature soup man spills his tomato soup on the stairs and I get eternally stuck in a the river of pasta e fagioli
everybody’s like “waaaah moving to (insert city) would literally fix all my problems” “living in my dream city would solve everything” and it’s like you know what? it literally did for me wassup