mein kompfy sweat pants and your old sweater met their match today.
they danced through our conversation, and fought the whole time I ate pancakes.
The 3 of us thought of you when I bit my lip, denounced god, went blind, and even when I typed this meaningless drab til 6 in the morning.
I think they’re going to be good (meaningless) friends. Not the kind that are nice to each others faces and then talk shit the moment the other has left the room. More like the kind that meet by fucking the same mutual friends a week apart, cause they are young and carefree and have so much in common, not cause they are roach infested whores.
They look so happy together, great things are going to come of this, I promise.