whenever i look at someone’s ig story less than a minute after they post it… i want to EXIT my skin immediately

i hate those days on public transportation where it feels like National Teenager Day

my mom sends texts like she’s sending a telegram

my only regret deleting twitter is that i forgot to take screenshots of my absolutely devastatingly hilarious drafts 🥺👊

in the list of time’s i don’t want to run into someone on the street me rn, eating a rotisserie chicken thigh like a fcking wild dog is top of the list

watching singles inferno has filled a terrace house sized hole in my heart