i call all my friends after 20 years of no contact and invite them to visit me at my house, which is a farm in the middle of nowhere. they approach the farm gates and i appear looking like this
..go on…….
i lead you into the barn where i live and offer you snacks and refreshments. it’s a bowl of minnows and 3 caprisun pouches
accept the capri sun, cautiously refuse the minnows
i tell you that it’s fine, leaves more for me, but you can tell im a little hurt. we watch cutthroat kitchen in silence, i seem to be attempting to drink my caprisun through my gas mask, but im failing miserably. you say nothing.
i say nothing
at one point i go into a shed and bring out more caprisun pouches and a single triscuit for you
I feel like Taylor Swift has been suspiciously quiet and that scares me like she could pop up at anytime and give me an album full of her two note range songs that no one asked for and I’ll have to deal with them on the radio for the next three years
You guys drain me in the comments, you can act like you guys hate her and her music as much as you want. But when that masc dude who fucked you for 3 months leaves you on read and never contacts you again, it’ll be you listening to ‘White Horse’ crying at 2am smh