blur

barista gave me an extra canele

just wrote 12 pages in my journal...

having a good date but not kissing is going to be the death of me

dream urgency (or else I forget)

what’s meant to be will find its way back (found my glasses)

the shards: posh LA bisexual high school thriller

i always lose my glasses in new york

broccoli craving

sweat greens... sweetgreen but it's steamed vegetables

why are the trains ruining my life today

don’t be afraid to act out of character

I’m gay I thought we were supposed to split the bill..

attracting the wrong attention on the subway (girls)

not me exhausted 20 minutes into onboarding… maybe I’m not meant to be employed

should I wear shorts tomorrow they are Prada

Mayhem!!!

feeling very late millennial homosexual in leather pants

is it good or just relatable?

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