*shakes cane* whyyy back in my day….white girls used to cry if folks said they had a….*shakes fist*…big ass.
waking up cold: alright I need more blankies
waking up hot: covers thrown everywhere. sweat behind the kneecaps. 3 dead. the pillow is the sun. critical condition.
*wears an oversized leather jacket and messy hair* *leans up against some walls*
walk into any starbucks and say “i can’t believe they’re doing a secret screening of the unreleased Wes Anderson movie down the street” then collect all the macbooks that everyone who just ran out left behind. keep your favorite one and sell any you don’t need