I Don't Even Know Anymore…

Girls don’t want boyfriends. Girls want bookshelves with sliding ladders.

This is not an exaggeration.  Your download speed would slow down to the point where Windows would make this kind of absurd estimate, and you’d sigh and leave the room for a while (because you couldn’t use the computer while it was doing this for fear it would crash and lose all your progress) and then you’d come back in 40 minutes and maybe it would now say 52 years or maybe it would say 3 minutes, who knew, not Windows.

I can’t stop laughing, mostly because it’s so true

touch starved on main. lovesick fool, absolutely begging for affection on main

Ah ha ha, so true. He always wears his heart on his sleeve.

Having the “mom-friend override” seems great until you realize it’s actually a developed coping mechanism from years and years of putting other people’s emotional needs before your own. (:

We have a red tide off thes beaches of souther California, does that count as blood red water?

This parallel is actually hysterical

Why are vampire stories always I Want To Drink The Sexy Neck Milkshake and never two vampires texting about the passionate letter one wrote to the other in 1863 but never sent that the other just saw in the Smithsonian’s fall exhibition on Love Through the Ages and what the fuck, Claude, why didn’t you say anything

THANK YOU!!! asking the REAL questions

growing up reading fantasy books was such a bust cause your whole life you’re left wanting more from life and like there’s something missing and you’re just waiting for that missing part to begin but it’s never gonna come

social distancing is okay for me bc ive been touched starved since the 15th century. im used to it.

Every damn time.