no i REFUSE to get on board with mindfulness guru/licensed therapist/secure attachment-style Svetlana Vetrova. emotionally stunted duo that is literally soOooOo Russian they never learned how to establish a kind of intimacy not onioned in 12 layers of cool, ironic detachment.*tearing up slightly* “i think i might almost miss you when i move to Boston” “Ew. Anyways. for unrelated reasons i have accepted a job offer in Boston”
like the Svetilya friendship is literally so enduring because they are each others Emotional-Support Enabler. they would feel so betrayed if bestie actually pushed them to open up about their (gross) feelings. when one of them looks too sad the other drags them off to a bathroom and lovingly racks up a line. Here baby do some designer drugs abt it. offered escapism as a love language. quit being passively suicidal and dress like a slut bcs we’re going out! I know you crashed hard out of the Olympics BUT, I brought you this twink as a consolation prize. *google calender alert for the anniversary of Well, You Know* cancel everything we’re weekending in Miami. Why don’t we fuck til it turns both our brains off. Don’t kill yourself I literally got us tickets to Coachella, I Am Here For You.




















