At least I've found solace in knowing I won't be going to hell for being a shitty tipper. Bright side, y'all.
That terrifying moment when you see the bar tabs from last night.
"The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It..."
"I see you as a piñata. Sweet inside, full of candy. You make me want to hit you with a stick."