just turned on rings by pinegrove on my way to therapy it’s like i’m not even trying to have a good day
don’t have a boyfriend to send my underwear pics to so i guess my trifecta hinge-bumble-tinder match man will have to do
i am actually so tired of the ongoing conversation about weight in my office at work when it’s so clear everyone thinks negatively of anyone who’s a bigger size and i am very obviously the largest person who works here like okay guys glad to know what you really think of me <3
my coworker just acted like she did major charity work for dating a fat man 20yrs ago……okay girl. no, but okay!
i wish every artist i like ever would just play at either schubas, thalia hall, or salt shed in chicago
i can’t believe i have seen winyah live 15 times over the span of two years and i have a total of only three (3!) pictures with them, one of which being a fuckass selfie with their bassist half dressed as a member of oasis
