That point in a piece of fanfiction where you can tell something embarrassing is about to happen so you start fucking around on tumblr because you’re a huge baby with a crippling overabudance of empathy.
I do this with every media I consume. I pause movies and have to walk around and prepare myself for second-hand embarrassment sometimes.
The girl in the background made the blonde girl’s desktop background a picture of her holding a sign that said “Hi there. So um…Will you be my girlfriend?” while she was in the bathroom. This is the girl’s response.
i just want this really incredible man to come into my life and not totally disappoint me, or leave me, or expect too much of me… and just talk to me about intelligent topics like writing and music and conspiracies of the world and tornadoes.
i feel like i’ve never really come across a man who…