genuinely the kindest thing jonny can do for us is write in some implication of. idk. infinite parallel universes through hill top road or something so we can imagine that in at least one of them jon and martin get their happy ending and two cats and a vegetable garden
im so fucking sad my asshole friend made me listen to TMA and the fucknggin episode with the POT. it took his FUCKING HUSBAND. FUCKING HOMOPHOBIC POT. im crying over this. his poor fucking husband. I HATE THAT POT. saddest thign to ever happen is this guys FUCKING HUSBAND being ERASED FROM EXISTENCE BY A STUPIF FUCKING POT
people are like “oh i cant wait to go here” and “when this is over i’ll visit my friends” like im never comin’ out of this isolation thing. this is literally my dream. i have not been in front of another human being for longer than 30 seconds in the past two weeks. literally the only conversation i’ve had is when i say “you too!” to a cashier telling me to have a nice day and that’s only when self checkout is down. i could live the rest of my life like this and i love it.