exchanging grammatically correct emails with adults is the most uncomfortable form of human interaction in existence
the “text me when you get home so i know you’re safe” kind of people are the kind of people i wanna be around
on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well would you deal with losing your right hand
or, on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well do you deal with latent sexual feelings for your sister
or, on a scale of luke skywalker to jamie lannister how well would you deal with your dad being an utter bastard with unresolved issues about the death of his wife
"Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence?"
this is what the Bronx does to you