I love how I’m talking to this guy and half the time it’s me answering questions and feeling awkward butterflies
And the other half is making sex jokes.
I’m constantly torn between the ‘be kind to everyone’ and the ‘fuck everyone you owe them nothing’ mentalities
Is it possible to be excited as hell and simultaneously nervous as hell?
Because my stomach’s all butterflies and my brain’s doing its negative thing.
And everywhere else is just like, “Whoa, girl. BREATHE.”
Hello, 911? I’d like to report a murder.
Who’s been killed?
Oh, just my chances with this awesome guy.
FOR THE FIRST FUCKING TIME A HAD A TOTALLY AWESOME DAY YESTERDAY.
AND NOW EVERYONE IS TRYING TO SHIT ON TODAY BECAUSE I GUESS I JUST CAN’T BE LEFT ALONE TO BE HAPPY FOR A LITTLE BIT.
I GUESS I’M JUST SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON THAT I DON’T DESERVE IT.
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