Watching the Koran version of Fated to Love You and I’m fucking loving that they had Pentatonix’s daft punk medley playing.
At a wedding reception, and of course, I’m the only non Caucasian person here. Cheese and crackers? Bitches better get some real food in here or I’m about to eat someone.
Watching Jumanji nonstop at work all happy with my old folks; when suddenly, boyfriend texts me “ROBIN WILLIAMS DIED!!!”. My heart is torn apart. I can’t even watch this anymore. I cry. Too many sad feels. Can’t talk. No.