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I cannot stress enough that I genuinely actually believe people would order doordash during The Purge. I know I speak hyperbolically a lot of the time because I'm fun and charming like that but I am 100% serious literally actually serious but I believe that people would order doordash during The Purge.

A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.

Who told you to love your country. Knock that off

its so sweet to me whenever a reconstruction of a neanderthal's face shows up on social media and people are like "oh they would have loved minecraft" "they would have loved weed brownies" it's so sweet. i hope that continues on to the next stage of human evolution. i want whoever comes next to dig me up, reconstruct my face, and for the girlbloggers of this far-flung civilization to go "duuuude she would have loved churfing back a freefing zarbee"

i love the term “affair”…. not only are you cheating on your partner but its like A Whole Thing

hugs 12 year old me. u will always be the same sorta in some ship of theseus type of way

i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm

when it rains you simply do not get a day

northern hemisphere people, are you okay??

northern hemisphere person here!! no

Official Post of Massachusetts

You dumb motherfucker life isn't about smelling flowers or feeling radiant sunshine on your skin or making meals with your loved ones. You idiot son of a bitch. It's about apps. It's about scrolling through apps.

Ayer te vi y de putazo me regresaste al 2019 dónde por primera vez, me sentí enamorada de ti.