Remember when trump pardoned the Honduras drug trafficking ex-President? Pepperidge farm remembers.

If you can’t go around speculating wildly about someone, did you even care?

Something I realized recently is that I view conversation as a finite resource. Deep down, I can’t comprehend that conversation is something that comes up naturally. If conversation isn’t natural, it must be limited, and if it is limited, what will I do when it ends? When will it end? Horrifying.

Seeing beautiful people dance, but not in the generic way I seem to see everywhere just breaks my heart, because A I ain’t beautiful (tragic), B I doubt I’ll ever be with someone beautiful, and C I can’t dance and I kinda want to. It’s quite shallow, but at least I’m honest right?