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
I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.