Just watched both seasons of Girls in the time span of five days. Is it possible to love a tv series this much I don’t know.
Ngl the Prosche 918 Spyder is damn beautiful.
It started out as a mutual hatred for school and ROTC.
In fact it constituted most of our conversations for the first two years of our friendship. But our predominantly negative conversations starting getting better after a while and we no longer felt inclined to talk about what we hated.
Instead we just talked about stupid things. Like really small, stupid things that we managed to talk about for pages and pages of texts. And we just laughed. We laughed at everything because everything seemed funny.
We couldn’t really take anything seriously and so we never really took ourselves seriously. Which was nice. There was no need to feel dumb when we did something outlandish because we knew we weren’t really dumb. We knew who we were and we had nothing to prove.
And despite the fact that we never took anything seriously. Despite the fact that half the time, we’d talk over each other, spitting out new treads of thought before we’d even had a chance to finish the last one. Despite it all, I’d never felt so happy to be your friend. I miss you, come back soon.
Fucking social media.
You benefit me none, so why do I still use you.