babes. listen. i don’t say this enough (probably because i’m too busy dragging you), but you’re genuinely one of my favorite people on this cursed earth. like, if i had to pick one man to be stuck in a room with for 24 hours straight—with no snacks or wifi—it would be you. and that’s love, babe. real love. you're stupid and annoying and somehow always late, but you're also one of the most loyal, hilarious, ride-or-die bitches i’ve ever met. and i trust you with everything—like literally, i could tell you i committed a crime and you’d help me hide the body AND bring snacks. i love you so much it’s disgusting. thanks for always hyping me up, keeping it real, and never letting me text my ex. you're my platonic soulmate, and i’ll be screaming that until further notice.
