I moved here to hang out with my friends :)
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- cig while on MDMA
- cig after a breakup
- cig after an al fresco dinner with a little digestif
- cig alone in deepest nighttime
- lunch break cig (ideally more than 1)
- cig out the window of that one friend’s car
As someone who's been in job search hell for way too long my thoughts on how it should be done are [ice cream truck trolls by at 2mph blasting music at an ear-splitting volume] and if you disagree you're a fucking dolt
ADHD medication actually hit right for once and I plowed through an entire novel in one sitting. Time to doomscroll as a little treat
Spent all morning going boo hoo no one likes me then went to my favorite coffee shop and all the baristas said hi and asked me how I’ve been doing
Applying for jobs with a 12 paragraph long job description and a max salary of “beans and rice for the foreseeable future”
Sitting in my room with the window open as a gentle breeze caresses my skin when I hear a guy outside yell "EVERYONE THINKS MY LIFE IS GREAT BUT I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF BRO". I nod. I understand. It's just another day in the city in the era of societal collapse.
I HAVE to be the hottest trans guy with an attitude problem and a TMJ injury at this Bushwick poetry reading
I didn’t do too much k at Berghain, fall in love with my friend in Rotterdam, slum it around Paris for a week while day drunk, or spend a night drinking ~60% ABV palinka with the owner of the hostel I stayed at in Budapest for the gram I’ll say that much
Woke up to a negative bank balance, randomly had to puke, then immediately upon stepping out of my apartment a Quentin Tarantino lookalike passed by and stared at me weird. I’m so scared
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Doing a Hansel and Gretel thing with cigarette butts and leaving a trail that leads to the Scottish Hebrides where I’m finally found living peacefully in a grotto on the seaside. Upon being discovered I begin to hit you with a large stick