My partner is like if Vincent Van Gogh had an Ipad. I have a friend who has great dreams of going into psychology. My other friend is like if Lenard Bernstein was a teenage girl. Another friend is like if Jonathan Larson wore puffer jackets. My classmate is like if Emma Stone was born a few years later, she’s best friends with young Tina Fey. I knew someone for a week that was like if Mozart played indie rock.
I know so many remarkable people, but it’s hard for me to tell them that because of jealousy. I wish I could telepathically link this message into their heads.