(661):
Sorry for talking about super scientific shit so much last night, I know it bugs you sometimes when I don’t shut up.
(1-661):
What? You sat on the couch for a solid 2 hours staring at your fingerprints and the only word that came out of your mouth was “how”
(613):
you were sleeping on the floor, then you woke up and told me you were not comfy enough. You took the carpet in the bathroom put it in the bath and you slept there.
(631):
beyond obliterated. i recall legitimately trying to use a ballpoint pen as eyeliner.
(832):
Someone wrote Kyle’s bitch on me too. I don’t even know who Kyle is.
I’ve come to accept that no matter where I step in our apartment, your underwear will be there.
Someone left a beer in front of your door…there’s a note with it that says “peace offering”
(612):
I havnt even moved into my new place yet and there’s already a county sheriffs card taped to the door with my name on it asking me to call him
(973):
her idea of “friends with benefits” is her doing my laundry. i’m cool with it.
