Honestly, sometimes you need to do manic pixie dream girl shit as a fully 29-year-old man and it's literally okay. I still buy those little perforated Valentines they make for kids to give to each other at school and keep them in my pocket to hand out to cashiers and strangers the first two weeks of February, and it does not matter at all if people think I'm annoying for doing it because I could easily kill myself instead. Take it easy, keep it sleazy.
It's time, bitch. Nobody's safe.


























