im so glad devil wears prada ends with ann hathaway dumping her burning-grilled-cheese ass chef boyfriend and dating emily blunt to become the most powerful new york lesbian couple since lucy and ethel
I think the saddest thing about adult/working life is that you’re forced to spend your days around people you barely like or care about, but you have such little time left for the ones you really love. You see your shitty co-workers all day every day but your best friend and your family and your lover get the tired, deflated, de-energised scraps of you at the end of the day/week.
