We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
― my roommate, on the question “are we adults” (via disjunct)
I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
I don’t care how hot you are, if your personality is shit your physical appearance automatically means nothing
We’re having pizza for dinner, is that ok?
The most selfless thing I’ve ever done was fight the urge to ask you to stay.