I’M CRAPPING MY PANTALOONS
spice things up in bed with some communism
if you dont like me please dont pretend to like me ever
I took my girlfriend to an improv show the other night and during intermission we were passionately arguing over whether half a 5 Hour Energy shot would give you 2.5 hours of energy or 5 hours of half-assed energy so we turned around to ask the opinions of the three people behind us and one of them said “Are all your arguments like this because we heard you in the lobby earlier fighting over the right way to pronounce ‘egg’?”
*looks in a mirror* you again
Are we ever even taught how to play rock paper scissors or are we just born with the ability to do so?
Silent moment of realisation HOLY SHIT
idk why wearing someone else’s shirt or sweater or jacket is so satisfying and comforting but it is
but not as satisfying as seeing someone else wearing your jacket or sweatshirt. like. wow. they’re wearing my sweatshirt. and it’s cute as fuck.
the bond between the person wearing someone else’s clothes and the person whose clothes they are wearing is strong
should i message them again or am i just being really clingy and annoying: a life story by me