Sam Reich, unknowingly constructing a perfect 40-min parallel for what it felt like to be a bisexual kid at a sleepover where you’re desperately trying to appear more drunk than you are so you can say “haha what if we kissed” and can excuse it in the morning as inebriation instead of the genuine yearning that seems like a deep and shameful betrayal of your friendships:
why you do this to me short king














