July 2012
I hate thinking that I am never going to see you...
I hate it when you just randomly get hit with crippling embarrassment over something you did years ago and you’re writhing with your hands over your face trying to tell the memory to go away omg shut the fuck up
mom: what are you laughing at
me: the internet
mom: can i see?
me: no
olympic gymnast: jumps 20 feet in the air, defies all laws of physics, does 10 backflips, defeats voldemort, comes back down and lands perfectly on the balance beam while fireworks go off in the background
me: falls on face trying to put socks on
tanglevines:
kevin needs to stop raising my expectations for men.
