shoutout to 90’s kids for being proudest of their decade for no reason
There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
do u ever do something mildly impolite like not give a nice goodbye or not hold a door and spend the rest of the day thinking about it