bro pull up rn. i'm sending you my location. this place is popping tf offff
📍big rock candy mountain
i asked my bf if he ran a bar what kind of bar would be have and he said “jungle themed bar. with trees and a dirt floor” i asked what kind of animals he’d have at the jungle bar and he said “the ant with the worlds most painful bite.”
This is kind of crazy to even think of writing out but I'm doing it anyway (pending doom?)
I realised I subconsciously categorised my friends into different percentages.
Like, I adore my friends and would absolutely want to see them achieve well in life, because they exist and by existing they deserve to be loved. Still, uuuuuhm, the percentages comes in a form of "how much effort do I push into our relationship with each other" I suppose?
Which is weird to say at least... okay wait, no, while typing this and processing more of my inner thoughts I just had an epiphany.
It's called being biased! Jesus christ, what level of dunce am I surfing at? That's such a normal thing to even mope over and feel guilty about. Hello?