idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren’t that close to, because sometimes you’re just the person who’s there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you’re the only one around to ask if they’re okay. and none of this is “trauma dumping” or whatever the fuck it’s just being there for people because you’re the one in the room with them.
I really don’t care if Miley Cyrus smoked a bong. She’s 18? She can live her own life…
