Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.
Our parents warned us about middle aged men stalking us on the Internet but oh how the tables have turned
the fact that 66 + 44 doesn’t add up to 100 really pisses me off
that one fucking scene in the a series of unfortunate events movie though
when you hear somebody talking about one of your interests
"Who wants to be a millionaire?" Me. This game is easy. Next question.