I used to worry about world hunger and like racism in the world all the time bruh
then my granny came to me for the first time and said “I need you to go half on the rent”
realest post i never wrote
Meeting you that night.
A song which turned the tide back
Still echos, I smile
Woke up with the memory of someone’s face stuck in my head. I know their face but can’t remember their name or the context I know them in or any other details, just a poor glimpse of their face.
I think I want to start doing some crossfit.
Maybe join a gym.
This is just some more generic fat drunk gay man blather you can ignore. Whatever.