things i am scared of doing:
- ordering food in a restaurant
- walking down a busy high street on my own
- talking to people on the phone
- eating in front of people
- asking for help in a shop
- meeting new people
- being in a big crowd of people with a lot of people i don’t know
the future looks bright for me
Your = you fucking own it
You’re = you fucking areTheir = they fucking own it
There = a fucking place
They’re = they fucking are. = your sentence is fucking over
, = you need to separate two fucking clauses
! = it’s fucking exciting? = what the fucking hell
Anything else?
To = a fucking preposition
Too = fucking also
Two = the number fucking 2
Conscience = Jiminy Fucking Cricket
Conscious = you’re fucking awake and/or aware
bare = mother fucking naked
bear = you better fucking run
it’s = it fucking is
its = it fucking owns it
lay = you lay something the fuck down
lie = you are on the fucking ground
raise = you pick something the fuck up
rise = to get off the fucking ground
“Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is a proof that humans are capable of magic.”
-Carl Sagan
I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
can you ask someone out by saying, “i ship us” or is that weird
and then propose by saying, “let’s become canon”
#then die in each other’s arms saying “we are endgame”
