so my dad and i went out to eat and as we were waiting for the elevator
my dad had a small conversation with the person in the box beforehand
DAD YOU LET MY HUSBAND GO???!?? WE WERE GOING ON THE SAME FLOOR
most beautiful line from an hsm fanfic ever:
“troy was horny as fuck. his head was in his pants, not in the game”
do you have like these imaginary scenes in your head of you in situations that would never actually happen and whenever you’re bored or spacing out or just walking around you kind of just go back to them and imagine them over and over
you wanna take this outside??? you wanna take this to the park? you wanna look at the stars with me? you wanna go out for a romantic dinner afterwards??
i don’t want responsibility i want tea and netflix