“how am i a whore?”

people have said good things about you behind your back, without your knowledge. people have shared their love for you with others.

the motorcycle on this season of the pitt is like chekhov’s gun except every hour chekhov is showing up with two or three more guns and now you’re starting to get worried. because obviously they’re going to go off but what kind of looney tunes ass bullshit requires that many guns. chekhov’s gun has become chekhov’s militia. and there’s still like 7 hours of your shift left.

unfortunately i can never hate on a "power of friendship" narrative no matter how corny because the thing is it's literally real

every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made