GODDD i was i was a skinny bitch in 1923 and me and the girls fucking chilling at the jazz club and i pull put a little purse that looks like a little frog or whateve and we all chuckle lushly as i pass around my laudanum drops
Instead i am smoking weed alone and wandering my neighborhood taking troubling selfies wearing a fanny pack that’s shaped like Nothing :/
GODDD i was i was a skinny bitch in 1923 and me and the girls fucking chilling at the jazz club and i pull put a little purse that looks like a little frog or whateve and we all chuckle lushly as i pass around my laudanum drops
“i know your pizza order” “you have freckles on your ears” “you make this face when you’re tired” “you order green tea on a good day black on a bad day” “you always make that face before you try something” “the tips of your ears turn red when you’re angry” “i knew you’d say something” “you must be exhausted to miss the class” “your favorite pie is pumpkin, right?” “i know your phone number, don’t worry” “you miss me, i can tell” “you fiddle with your pens when you’re bored” “you don’t like converse unless they’re high tops” “your favorite cereal is cinnamon toast crunch and you first ate it when you were 8”
I love the generational gap between emoji usage. Anyone over 50 sees 🙃 and thinks “silly time! whee 🙃”, whereas the rest of us immediately hear, verbatim, “they ask you how you are, and you just have to say that you’re fine, when you’re not really fine, but you just can’t get into it because they would ne–”
