i wish my apartment had room service
the most confusing thing about being an immigrant kid in the early 90s was trying to extrapolate fashion tips from the golden girls
when i don’t feel like doing crunches i just read damn you autocorrect
when i was little i thought the lyrics were “cooked on a ceiling”
3 out of 5 times that someone says they’re hungry my brain adds “like the wolf?”
a week ago i hadn’t met you, and now it makes me deeply sad that i won’t keep getting to know you.