*tries to be funny and gets assassinated*
when you hear someone mention something youre obsessed with
woah. what. I feel like I know who this is, but i’m not sure.
I like that people like or admire it.
But seriously. I’m fed up of people walking up to me and just grabbing it or stroking it. Would you like it if I just stroked your face or hair?
No. You wouldn’t.
Now fuck off.
It’s one thing to ask or engage me in conversation. It’s another thing to just start fucking touching me.
honestly sometimes in school people say the most ridiculous shit and I make this face and look somewhere at an imaginary camera like I’m on The Office
my favourite kind of friendship is one where there’s a mutual understanding of the fact that we both have our own lives so we won’t be able to talk or hang out all the time but when we do talk or hang out it’s like picking up right where we left off
basically not anymore because im a huge fuckup