And most importantly, I want to say I’m sorry for not seeing you when we were together. I’m glad at least Phoebe fucking Bridgers did. She held you, and now she’s holding me, too.
Life of a Disgruntled Twenty-Something
A discharge of thoughts and ideas from an irritated millennial.
And most importantly, I want to say I’m sorry for not seeing you when we were together. I’m glad at least Phoebe fucking Bridgers did. She held you, and now she’s holding me, too.