You’re just sitting there trying to think of an excuse like:
So then you just yell out “FACEBOOK!” all innocent like:
But inside you’re just like:
if ur not going to NYC pride then ur a lil bitch
girls are annoying boys are also annoying (it is ok for me to say this i am a plant)
the actual, physical ache you feel in your chest and in your bones when you’re so sad is fucking awful.