i’m not like other girls. actually, i’m nothing like other girls. and that girl u saw get on the bus earlier isn’t like other girls either. it’s surprising, really. it’s almost as if everybody is different from each other. holy shit
i dont understand how i can get so much joy from covering my pets with blankets and watching the lump move around
it’s so cute when you talk to someone a lot and you notice your phrases slowly slipping into their vocabulary
- Pavana, Mazadohta (via fetchinglychaotic)
so i was in the bus with this granny by my side when we spotted two girls kissing by the bus stop. the granny turned to me and said “these girls are so pretty. at their age i was pretty ugly. well, maybe that’s why i had to marry a man” i almost died omg
i hate it when i see someone i vaguely know in public. do i say hi?? do i act like i don’t see them and hope for the best??
relationship goals: fucking you on the desk where you work