I still don’t understand why political parties are called “parties”. like where is the beer? who wants to pop bottles? why isn’t barack playing pong with me? did Romney just roll a joint? nobody knows
i have this problem that if someone displays the slightest form of affection towards me i will formulate fantasies of us being together until it physically hurts
This is so fucking cute
this is how you family
What if like, there’s a ghost or spirit or whatever that has a crush on you but you can’t see them and don’t know they’re there.
They do little things for you throughout the day that you just kinda pass off as normal things in life.
Like they help you regain your balance before you fall, that warm fuzzy feeling in your face before you fall asleep is just them giving you a long loving good night kiss.
They love you and you don’t even know it.