See you in a year, Future Lyn, and you better have tits for me to grab

Aged like fine wine btw

There's an insect on my curtain

I don't know what this critter is

Chat is this real

Low-key I wish I wasn't traumatized about insects so I could touch it

I'll just leave it there keeping me company

Literally me

You know how many times I opened google to search something and immediately forgot what I was going to search

He's still there by the way

"I'm not gay but—"