Adulthood doesn’t mean you stop drinking juice pouches and eating fruit snacks. It means buying your own.
and mixing them with vodka
At 3 in the morning while marathoning your favorite show because nobody can tell you to go to bed.
And then regretting your decisions the next morning.
Because you have to work.
and make more money to buy fruit snacks and juice pouches.
fun game to play at family events: “how drunk can i get without anyone noticing”
those characters where if you knew them in real life you would genuinely fucking hate them but in a fictional world it’s like ah yes this fucking asshole that i love
I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favourite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It’s like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.
remember when these pieces of shit were everywhere and they were the best thing ever
and when you were too old to play with them you would just randomly move one when no one was looking
love is a weird thing like
you just pick a human and you’re like yes i like this one i’ll let this one ruin my life forever