We used to look at each other (usually when making a bad decision) and say “for the plot.” But now? It’s different. Now it’s about slow mornings in unfamiliar cities, laughing until the food gets cold, biking in the rain, celebrating life with our loved ones, feeling seen in a conversation that wasn’t even deep — just honest. Now it’s about choosing presence over performance. Peace over proving something. Meaning over madness. Some memories aren’t made for the sake of spontaneity. They’re made for safekeeping, folded up into that little box that holds all the random things that mean the world — because that’s what actually matter when the dust settles. This is your sign to do it for the box, not the plot <3 Which team are you on? 👀