My life began the day I stepped onto a New York City rooftop. Think you can pin down the vibe of this post? You can’t. Keep scrolling further and further into the rabbit hole. I feel like a charger hanging on a door handle (pictured). The day I’m able to stop my damn mouth from hanging open in pictures like a toddler will be a good day but unfortunately I don’t think we’ll see it anytime soon. I included some bits of Michigan, and not to associate myself with Belly Conklin but Thanksgiving in Holland is truly my summer in Cousins. Unfortunately I love the actual day of Thanksgiving, does this make me a bad Indigenous person? I wish I could enjoy a cozy day with family and eat candied yams without having to think about genocide but alas. More importantly if you just go ahead and scroll to the end you’ll see I’m now able to do age SFX which I’m so proud of but I had to follow it up with a regular selfie to remind you I am still young despite spotify calling me unc with a listening age of 73. Before I go I just have one question— if a bird shits on my head right before a test is that actually good luck or is that just a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy situation?
