One time in fifth grade, my friend was bragging about how her brother had a six pack and I remember wondering what was so cool about her brother having soda
My sister: I think I'm gonna invite Luke to be my workout buddy
My mom: who's Luke?
My sister: my friend from church
My mom: ...is he cute?
My sister: MOM!
My mom and me: hehe
My sister: here I have a picture of him
My mom: oh I bet you do
My sister: MO-
I’m not dead, chapter 14 is in the works but school is a thing, motivation is not
AND OF ALL THINGS MY BRAIN WAS LIKE “AH YES LETS NOT WRITE THIS STORY BUT INSTEAD WRITE SOME DEPRESSING POETRY AND LISTEN TO WILBUR SOOT”
It’s been a fun night
Having a best friend who doesn’t like physical touch is one of the most frustrating things because sometimes I just wanna cuddle with my homie but I love her too much to make her uncomfortable