trying to argue with someone over text is like being italian and having to talk with handcuffs on
trying to argue with someone over text is like being italian and having to talk with handcuffs on
writing seems so easy until you start writing
I’m in love with my best friend. We dated for a year and three months. things didn’t work out because I had moved away. He now has a girlfriend, she is pretty, not the gorgeous type though. But neither am I, we still talk on a daily basis because we’re best friends and we love one another. You see i would’ve figured that I’d be over him by now but I’m not. He’s my love, my light, my anchor. He keeps me alive, I’d be gone if it weren’t for him. Sometimes i forget he has a new girlfriend and I’m just the best friend, it’s easier that way. Even though he isn’t with me he still manages to make me smile, i still get butterflies thinking about him. He is my prince, and I am his princess; it will always be like that. He just makes me happy but he also makes me sad. I love him and even though we’re not dating anymore, everyone including himself and his girlfriend know that he loves me back.
who cares if school doesn’t teach us how to raise a family or get a job like at least I can find the area of a triangle.
oh my god hes called stitch because hes what pulls their family together
I’m pretty sure if I offered to pay people to be my friend they still wouldn’t be friends with me
Instead of moaning during climax say “Flash 9 required for audio”.
i haven’t been to subway in 2 years cos the woman went “what bread do you want” and i went “yeah”