I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
Some legends are told. Some turn to dust or to gold. We’ll go down in history.
Life is so hard when your best friend is a 9.5/10 and you’re a strong 4 with the right filter and lighting
she reaches down seductively. I guide her hand to my zipper. she unzips my fanny pack by mistake. raviolis spill out everywhere
And at the end of the day we’re all chasing the same thing. We all end up in this same room for a reason. We’re part of something. We’re part of something that’s bigger than any single one of us. And it doesn’t stop when we get off stage, it doesn’t stop when we go home.