I want to write some more of injuries but the last two parts have sucked so I don’t see a point and I need to finish the second part to What Would Your Boyfriend Do but I also really want to write the second part to Don’t Hide Yourself. Dilema. None of them will get completed anyway tbh :/
Is anyone else completely terrified by the concept that you could, someday, meet someone who actually genuinely wants to spend the rest of their life in love with you?
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
I wear bloody glasses and dressing from my salad just splashed in my eye
Like how is that possible?!
There are these kids and a man yelling around outside and the man came out and climbed up onto this square thing and like tripped over and I am laughing hysterically.
I just literally sneezed all over my boobs.
What the actual fuck.