The face I make when I realize I’ve been arguing about Ariana Grande’s protest in a group chat full of ICE agents.
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When your boss praises your work after 10 years.
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Plato calls these glasses the Form of questionable taste.
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me telling my friends i’m done with him then immediately checking if he watched my story
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Queen of procrastination, but your throne is made of overdue notices.
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when the sunset makes you remember tiny details that still feel weirdly important
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Two silver sentinels stand at attention while a small blue tin offers a refreshingly blunt warning.
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When Goku's the only one who understands your thesis.
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When your therapist is off but Coors and mint save you in Brooklyn.
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Got waitlisted for happiness: a true Columbia University mood.
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cynthia’s glare is me guarding my john jay tray
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Literally me on move-in day: buckled in, no clue what’s coming.
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