My buddy Tom baked a cake for his Argentinian friend to cheer her up after the world cup loss.
…they are no longer friends.
me too. I am constantly imagining this. I am always looking up at the sky and my mom comes out and says “alex, it’s lunchtime….what are you imagining over there?” and I say “oh, nothing”. Only I can know that it is this, of which I am imagining,
Adam Scott’s Scholarly Analysis Of “Ice Ice Baby” (x)
what in the fuck does my sister think she’s doing?