my friends sister was telling me about how in highschool a guy tried to take a picture up her skirt as she was walking up stairs and she saw, grabbed his phone, broke it in half, and handed it back to him and said “you can tell your mom why your phones broken”
for a second I forgot about flip phones and I was like how in the holy hell did she rip a phone in half
imagine your icon showing up to your house, drunk.
i am perfectly fine with having other people sit on my lap but i can’t sit on other people’s laps because i’m always paranoid that i’d crush them and they’d diE
Liking someone is one thing, but liking someone and them maybe liking you is another thing that I hate. Because they show interest, but you’re not sure if it’s friendly interest, or if it’s because they like you too.
you just summed up my life in one post
- me: looks at pet sleeping
- pet: breathes
- me: oh thank god i thought you died