this shirt would fit if it weren’t for boobs: a tragedy
that shirt would fit if i had boobs: the sequel
this shirt fits perfectly because my boobs are the right size: the fanfiction
my shirts always fit: a man’s tale
what shirt: a nudist au
I miss the process of falling for somebody. The thrill of falling in love. Butterflies, and nervousness, and first kisses. They go away as you get used to someone being there for so long and start to put each other through shit. I just want it back. That would be really nice. K thx bye.
I hate it when you are having a bad day and everyone takes it personally, like no i hate myself, not you. get the fuck over yourself.
wow i’m actually so glad this post has been made
This is so great