carrots.

Are you afraid you're not asking the right questions? Not asking enough questions? Or the worst... asking too many questions...

Indeed, there is such a thing as a bad question. We only repeat this phrase to small children to encourage some sort of intellectual stimulation at an age where we are more fascinated by the fact we can bit our pinky fingers off with more ease that we use to bit into a baby carrot.

I remember as second grader, following any romantic sort of movie or Drake and Josh episode and thinking 'there is no way that I could ever be in a 1 on 1 relationship. I always need a 3rd party to facilitate conversation, give me something to do, to say, how to feel, how to operate in the presence of another person...' a constant third party in a relationship? Good lord, ANnie. That is so much extra stress. I am happy to say that while I am still constantly stressed over what to say/do/feel/act, I can rely more heavily on my own instincts than a magical third party... but that's what drunk voice memos in the bathroom are meant for right?

Happy birthday, Sar Mar!! No human I am more honored to share space with. Senior year would be impossible without you, neigh... life impossible! I love you to the sun...

I miss snapchat solely for gems like this.