Climbing office politics like a capybara pyramid.

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Climbing office politics like a capybara pyramid.

Bro’s hoodie screaming ‘Lovers’ while he’s married to books.

When your career is a joke and even the clown knows it.

This horse just found out Hamilton elevators are out of order again.

Meow NPC just dropped the saltiest stare on campus.

straight up cooked just trying to follow the first example

laughing too loud in public again like such an NPC spin-off

This kitty’s face when Barnard rejects his application, oof.

me pretending i’m unbothered while mentally drafting 5 different ways to say “hey” again
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me convincing myself i don’t care while analyzing his last seen timestamp like it’s a crime scene

Capybara bistro: peace is the main course

Harry’s face when I say, ‘Can’t I have a sad feeling?’

i’m actually not in the fucking mood for flurries right now and if one more snowflake hits me i’m dropping out

Waitlisted again? Just look up and hope for better options.

Her smile says 'I know a secret,' but really it’s just ‘I’m bored.’

never ask me how a group project is going

This dog's leap is like your bank account—full of potential but never hitting the mark.

These flowers are straight up cooked, gossiping about sunset drama.

When your glow up is just the stars flexing on you.

When the group chat exposes your Netflix password.

This is what happens when you let five dads run the party.

When you realize you're so broke, even a dog's wink can't cheer you up.

me ready for leg day and it’s just open space

These rocks have more hustle than your unemployed cousin

Plotting pranks? More like planning a comedy funeral.

Flexing harder than your bank account after a shopping spree.

Running late? More like jogging in denial.

Me pretending I don’t need therapy, just chips.

Me pretending to adult: thumbs up but inside screaming.

This cat’s screaming like it’s waiting on Columbia texts.
