I never actually say hi to my friends, I just make creepy faces at them from a distance.
guys complain about girls making duckfaces while posting selfies where they’re biting their lip and squinting lookin like they’re tryna read something in size 3 font lmfao
having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful
Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”
*reads fic before bed*
*reads fic during class*
*reads fic at family dinners*
*reads fic on my deathbed*
if breasts, butts and legs are so distracting to men, to the point they cant function
why arent they that distracting to lesbians
and at that point
why isnt the penis bulge and legs not distracting enough to gay men to warrant men being put under the same dress codes
in europe we don’t say “i hate you” we say “nil points” which roughly translates as “we still hold a grudge against you for something a while back and we don’t share a border with you either” i think that’s lovely don’t you?
it’s all fun and games until everyone finds out their neighbouring country didn’t give them twelve points
in Europe we don’t say ‘I love you’ we say “12 points to…” which translates to “you are close to me” and I think that’s beautiful
Seeing hot people on public transport is one of life’s sweet sorrows