calling out for somebody to hold tonight

grieving for my younger self right now, one direction was my whole life

life is about dipping dry things into wet things. oreos into milk. crackers into soup. chicken tendies into bbq sauce. my strap into my girl’s p

theres apparently a strain of weed named white yoda?

so I’m sitting there, barbecue sauce on my female presenting nipples…

throwback to the time my classics professor asked “does anyone know who sappho is?” and i immediately replied “she’s the OG lesbian” and my professor yelled “EXACTLY” and wrote the OG lesbian on the whiteboard

i just found out hozier is 6’5”?????? what the fuck was i just supposed to learn that on my own or

my coworker today was like “i bet you dont know this song” and put on Don’t Go Breaking My Heart. And I was like “yeah, of course I do, it’s Elton John” and he was like “who?” and I said “Elton John. He wrote this” and he was like “oh I don’t know about that, it’s just in the Chicken Little movie”