Honestly there is probably still glitter on the floor after the party. Glitter never fully goes away.

what's the genre name for books about "toxic queer friend groups doing crimes and being shitty but also being the most lovable people you've ever wanted to slap who probably have had at least one fist fight behind a Wendy's at some point in their lives," because that's my favorite genre of book.

𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢.