the calendar of small talk
The social algorithm
People are boring
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I am not even kidding you: I was creeping on my own notes to see how many times I have had internet contact with Grace AND SHE LIKED MY MOST RECENT POST WHILE I WAS STILL SCROLLING THROUGH THEM.
Dear God, please help me.
That time Grace butchered my name on My Damn Channel LIVE »
I ORDERED PIZZA AND OPENED THE DOOOR WEARING MY CAMP TAKOTA SHIRT AND THE GUY DELIVERING THE PIZZA LOOKED AT MY SHIRT AND AFTER HANDING ME MY PIZZA AND ME PAYING HIM LOOKED AT ME AND WENT ‘HARTBIG IS MY OTP’ AND RAN OFF MY PORCH.
I AM DYING OF LAUGHTER. OH MY GOD.
THIS IS GREAT.
i laughed so hard at the “i don’t know” and “something is wrong”
the twilight one is like abstract poetry
If you read it all together it’s like the most awkward, tense conversation ever.
"My name is Katniss Everdeen," I sighed. Nothing happened.
"I don’t know," he sighed.
Harry looked around, I shake my head and shrugged.
Harry stared. “I am seventeen years old.”
I frowned and he waited.
"My home is District 12."
Harry chuckled and said nothing. Now I wish I had.
I laughed. We looked at each other. I swallowed hard. He shrugged. Harry blinked and hesitates. I flinched.
He looked around. “I’m not really surprised.”
I took a deep breath, something he didn’t have last time. “Something is wrong.”
He didn’t answer. He stood up.
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