*seductively slips into existential melancholy*
when it finally gets to your favorite part of a song and someone turns it down
Gf: babe come over
Me: I’m eating garlic bread
Gf: I’m horny and my parents aren’t home
Me: it’s the kind that’s covered in cheese
(Source: discounsel)
me being ignored (now that i am mature): this is fine i suppose
this is a lie im on the verge of tears