Real talk, I freaking love memes.
All I ever look at is memes. My Instagram explore page? All memes. All my friends and I ever talk about is memes we've laughed out loud to inappropriately in public. We don't even text anymore, we just DM each other memes back and forth all day.
I just can't get enough of these relatable memes, and after you get through this list, neither will you.
And still, I don't even need convincing to go out for food because I may not have money, but at least I have friends, you know?
You ever do this on a date, and your eye twitches a little when you ask him a question that you already know the answer to because you're happy all your stalking paid off and you got the right answers with your detective work?
Me, doing the bare minimum and remaining stress-free, even though I really should be stressed out about how much I need to get everything finished.
The number of times I accidentally liked a picture from 4 weeks ago because Instagram made it the first thing I see on my timeline is appalling. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!
Who knew chicken tasted so good blended in with rice, potatoes, and green beans? Mmmm, we love a new recipe!
The gag is that I watch those Delicious videos all day and think to myself, "Damn, I could totally make this BBQ casserole for dinner tonight," then realize that involves actual effort...and then I end up at a candy store.
I want to get an allowance for the rest of my life, plz & thx
Going down this path is literally a nightmare. I need to numb all the emotions, because seriously, ain't nobody got time for that.
My fav is the bottom right. I used to cover my camera with my palm so the screen is black, that usually did the trick. Now I just embrace being ugly — there's no time for games anymore.
"Oh, yep, okay, I did that?" *sniffle* "Wow I never knew I was this much of a monster, hahahaha!!!!"
Like, yeah, selling the iPhone and making some money would be nice, but being rational isn't my thing, so this'll have to suffice.
Food comas have become routine after every meal. Like, y'all should see me after a buffet. Those are like a battle ground for me, and you best believe I'm getting my money's worth, even if I have to get my stomach pumped after ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It's the struggle of wanting to live in a cool city in your 20s, but you're broke from compulsively buying nice things you can't afford because you grew up watching Gossip Girl and wanted their lives.
It's clear we're all broke. And it's clear that we can't cook, so we can't say no to going out for dinner. The least restaurants can do is give us what we pay for???
I'm convinced the only people who look like snacks are heavily Facetuned Instagram models. The rest of us have to rely on this kind of beautiful comedy to show our baes how cute we are.
This is the kind of problem solving and rational thinking we need to move this country forward, tbh. Like, imagine these shoes on the campaign trail? We love an environmentally friendly queen!
Basically, how I get ready is I spend hours trying to make sure I like what I see in the mirror, then something comes up out of nowhere and ruins my life.
I feel like every man who doesn't get makeup is this baby. They'll have no idea what any of this stuff is and make a mess, and it's like, those cost me $85, Brad.
"How does this happen? That's a secret I'll never tell. Xoxo, Gossip Girl."
I remember growing up and wondering why I had none of the same interests as my sisters, yet we still got along so well. I'M SO EMOTIONAL RN.
