not too often. but periodically it's nice to be a dramatic bitch and cause some minor conflicts in your interpersonal relationships. you just have to let it out.
heavily crying about ______ problem one sec and then being like “wait that’s so silly!” and then giggling while you still look like you just expelled all your body’s liquid in the form of tears. bloated eyes and all. such a mercurial yet cathartic state to be in ✨
when it comes to an Italian restaurant you really have to aim for middle-of-the-road. it can’t be too nice. you want BIG plates of pasta and parm dust on everything and unlimited warm but not house-made bread. a waitress with really long coffin nails. photos of famous people on the walls and a group of questionable well-dressed men smoking outside. that’s where the real Italians go and that’s where you’ll have the best dining experience
