| me: | wow could my thighs get any bigger |
| *sits down* | |
| The thighs expand at a rapid pace of 3 meters per second. Soon they are out on the street and pouring into a nearby river. They consume passerby and stop traffic. Pedestrians run for their lives. Authorities are stumped. The thighs have managed to engulf the entire city in less than an hour, and are moving on to the next one. Shots are fired but are futile. This is the end of humanity as we know it. |
Stop trying to make him fall in love with you. Stop strategically speaking hoping to say the right thing so it’ll make him see what he needs to see. Just let everything fall into place. Ask questions you actually want the answer to. Touch him how you wanna touch him. Be comfortable. And if it doesn’t fit, it just doesn’t fit, but don’t force it now and wonder why it’s falling apart later.
needed to hear this
relevant
(via ratchetivity)
