I am not afraid.
I know how this ends.
But I’m still going to fight.
If I ever have a son (or adopt a son, or get a male cat), I’m naming him Ishmael.
Show the world we want a phone worth keeping! #phonebloks
Do you know what’s confusing? Asking me to come, then ignoring me. Then telling me to go away afterward, but not before asking me to join the next day. Then spending that day avoiding me.
No finite amount is “a lot” or even significant compared to the infinite.
It’s okay, that’s not what I’m trying to do. As long as we’re— um … that’s still inappropriate? That’s okay, then— oh, not that either? Lets— still? But you said— um … Fine. How about— really?
I guess I’ll just be sad and alone.
I kinda gave up on it when you told me it’d still be inappropriate.
You might as well take advantage of it while you still can.
Something you said