I got in an elevator earlier with a few other people, and as it started going down, this guy broke out a harmonica and started singing improv…really badly. the two girls beside me who were in the middle of a conversation just stopped talking, and none of us knew how to react. we just looked down at our shoes and quickly walked away when the elevator doors opened.
Reading a stranger’s diary from the 1970s
peggy sounds fun
do you ever see a post that you already liked on your dash, and you like it again, so it’ll be easier accessible just in case you wanna see it again
this is my favorite - yet worse - selfie
I might as well start a blog dedicated to my advanced peace studies class cause every other sentence I read is quoteworthy
Am i a womfn? Am i a womfn?
pls don’t expect me not to wear the same jeans every day bc that is unrealistic and unfair
- teacher: tell us something interesting about yourself
- me: uh...I was born on the anniversary of the chernobyl meltdown