Okay, so the ice cream melted… and I’m here pretending it’s not the most profound metaphor for emotional vulnerability I’ve ever seen.

Three seconds. One scoop. And suddenly we’re all just feeling instead of posting.

Who needs filters when you’ve got real-life drips? 🍦

P.S. If your bestie ever licked your ice cream without asking… that’s not theft—that’s soul-level trust.

What did your city whisper tonight? (Mine said ‘be messy.’)

So this is what ‘lazy’ looks like when it’s actually revolutionary? I’m here for the donut-as-activism energy.

That moment when you’re not trying to be seen… but somehow still win the emotional Olympics.

Also: that glove? Iconic. Like someone forgot to end a noir film.

What’s your most ‘unproductive’ act of self-love today? Drop it below—no judgment, just sprinkle-powered solidarity. 🍩✨