i don’t get why my bridesmaids are pissed at me! i just asked that they pay $300 for a dress, buy a plane ticket, quarantine for 2 weeks at a hotel, get tested, risk their life at my 300 person wedding, and give a long speech about our inside jokes
my favorite character trope is a traumatized person who buries themselves in their very specific job (bookstore owner, gardener, chef) and says shit like “that’s why i like (books, plants, onions)—they’ll never leave...”
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