once i take my bra off, don’t ask me to do shit for u bitch bc once that bra comes off, i am clocked out of life. i am done. i am finished. i am logged the fuck out.
One time I was on a rollercoaster and a guy’s hat fell off during one of the loops but he caught it when we were right side up again, and i have to go my whole life knowing I’ll never be as cool as that guy.
whenever i get low on money i start thinking really irrationally like what if i hadn’t spent that $10 back in 2004
how do you say ‘please talk to me more i crave your company’ to someone without sounding like a creep