xoxo… you know you love me

 Monday, 7PM.

Spotted: another weekend where nobody knew how to act. Some people are still stuck in 2014 Tumblr edits, chain-smoking heartbreaks like it’s their whole personality. Others are scrolling like it’s still Black and White Grunge Blog era. Tragic? Maybe. Iconic? Always.

 Word on the street (and by street I mean group chat receipts) is that certain somebody couldn’t keep their lips to themselves at Friday night’s kickback. Funny how best friends become strangers, then strangers become a little too close under neon lights. Oops.

 Meanwhile, the aesthetic wars continue: pastel princesses vs. sad girls with ripped tights. Who wins? Whoever posts the best blurry bathroom selfie with the caption “don’t care lol.” (We see you, we stan.)

 In 2014, it was Thinspo blogs and Starbucks runs. In 2025? It’s overpriced matcha and Instagram stories that disappear before your situationship even views them. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

But don’t worry, darlings. I’m always watching.

And remember: secrets may not be forever… but screenshots definitely are.

fade into the night , Dolls. I'm watching, always.

❥xoxo