im not boyish enough to be a boy and im not pretty enough to be a girl im just some sort of weird creature in the middle like a snail
what if a guy in a hoodie comes up to you and hands you a giant book and gives you a sly smirk. when you start to read it, you realize it’s a book about your entire life. would you read it to the end?
what if you read it up to where you are now and then you realize that there’s only like three pages left when you get there
but why is the guy wearing a hoodie
my friendship comes in 3 levels:
3) inappropriate sexual humor.
I’m waiting in the hospital room for my doctor and my dad and I are just talking about escape plans if there is a fire. We had it all planned out until we realized there was a gap between the floor we are on and the next.
I don’t even want to know what the doctors would think if they heard our conversation xD