i want to sleep for 2 years and wake up with a degree, an apartment and money in the bank.
We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.
y’all remember that game in elementary school where each person would say one word and the next person would say a word etc so it’d create a cohesive story? let’s do that:
well playtime is over you’re all grounded
is it morally okay to pray that your crush’s relationship doesn’t work out
TODAY ON, “I DIDN’T REALIZE I WAS INTO THAT.”