HAVE YOU EVER JUST REALLY WANTED TO KISS SOMEONE BUT YOU CANT
I SAID THIS TO SOMEONE TODAY AND HE TOLD ME “WELL WHATS STOPPING YOU?” AND IT REALLY CHANGED MY LIFE SO I KISSED HIM AND HE KISSED ME BACK AND KISSED ME AGAIN AND AGAIN AND I FELT LIKE I WAS IN A MOVIE.
I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.
Tumblr should really give you a warning when you’re about to hit the post limit. Like a little pop-up that says “Hey, slow down there, soldier! You’ve been blogging a fuckton! You’re (20) posts away from exceeding your daily post limit! Maybe it’s time to go outside and play.”
If people don’t stop reblogging this I’m going to throw myself off Mt. Everest.