I don’t care if I have 12 books I haven’t read yet. I need more.
when you click a button you didnt mean to click so you just kinda hold the click and drag your cursor around hoping it doesnt click
“please fix your shirt, i can see your bra strap”
because it’s a big fucking secret rite
I don’t really forgive people I just pretend like its ok and wait for my opportunity to destroy them
i seriously have no recollection of following most of you. it’s like you stumbled into my house one night when i was drunk and we both just decided to roll with it because you occasionally spout some shit that i’m down with.