Beyonce x Billy Crystal Cozy Collab WHEN?

*COZY*

Here in New York, it’s been raining all weekend, and it AIN’T been raining men!

While I do love a torrential downpour when the aftermath isn’t flooded subways, and those disgusting puddles that pool at the corner of sidewalks, I love being cozy! That scene in When Harry Met Sally (not the fake orgasm scene) when Harry was cuddled up in an expensive sweater, sweatpants, and wool socks while reading a book???? Perfection.

Bro spent all his money on sweaters and socks and didn’t stop to think about side tables. Crates will do I guess!

That’s the vibe I’m running with for the rest of Autumn. Lighting a candle (yes I have candle recs) and just vibing. I don’t know how he could afford that apartment but couldn’t afford side tables, but that’s neither here nor there. Also, orange juice and Pepto Bismal??? Boy what the hell going on with your stomach???

I don’t know who else does this—but when I’m in the back of an Uber on my way home after a long night, or even during the day when it’s raining, I imagine myself in a RomDram, the depressing but hopeful kind where I’ve fallen in love with someone who is terminally ill and after leaving their apartment I have to take that ride home knowing it’s the last time I’ll ever see their face the way I remember them and I will just have to keep that memory of them close to my heart because they’re going into hospice and have asked me not to be there “I don’t want you to see me like this” they say, and cup the side of my face with the palm of their hand, so I respect their wishes and leave, but before I do, I place a letter on their bedside table for them to read before they go gently into that good night about all the times we shared together, and the final shot of the movie is a single tear rolling down my face as I rest my head against the window. Does anyone else do that?

Anyway—if you do, here’s a great soundtrack to do it to. I have no idea why it still shows last week’s track listing, but it’s updated!

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