saints win has me feeling optimistic

harry styles is coming back and i don’t have a stan gc to freak out in. we’ve lost the ancient texts.

now that we’re all adults, which one of yall were fighting over a popeyes chicken sandwich?

feeling like: phaedra clutching her waist.

we can’t stop by miley cyrus makes me cry. dawg idk it’s like some kind of euphoric release that i will no elaborate on any further.

this lane kiffin situation feels like your parent texting you “call me asap” then not answering their phone for the next two hours just to ask where you put the remote last.

Think you’re immune to being a sleeper agent? Wrong! Hold three fingers up and say “on my honor” and tell me you won’t get flashbacks.

not to be woke-mcgee but why are the black rockettes in the back? we can’t give them one formation to be in the front? at least third row?

need to see two certain people sing As Long As You’re Mine like yesterday