*opens the groupchat at breakfast to backread like its the morning paper*
NEWS FROM BULLSHIT CITY:
Your Friends had a Weird Discussion About Marbles
Up in the club like
My stomach is not feeling well can I have a ginger ale please
we take the naps we think we deserve
born to be mild
*mediocre guitar solo*
honestly if someone tenderly cradled my face i think at this point i would probably blackout
ladies are u all ok
no
Everyday is leg day when you’re running from your problems
it’s like i always say: fuck
me: (listens to ‘take on me’)
me, who was not alive in the 80s: god this really brings me back
- them: how are you? what's up? you doing well??
- me: *finger guns*
- them: ...that's not really an answer
- me: *finger guns as i back out of the room*