this gif. forever and ever.
Unless someone explicitly tells you they’re staring at your hair, odds are they’re staring at something else entirely. Or not staring at all.
This may be because I’m a redhead, but I learned from a young age to conflate an eyeballing with ridicule.
my cat also ate half of this and pooped it out. we threw out the uneaten/unpooped half and he never forgave us.
your cat is glorioussss
nommmmmmmmmm
this just gets sadder and sadder. i wish we could cut it from the news cycle.
Unsatisfying sex was not NOT a reason we broke up.
EVERYONE KNOWS WHO YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT. YOUR WRITING SUCKS. THAT WAS A BORING CHORD PROGRESSION.
such a dapper dude!
Nope. Nor did he give me liner credit, even though he completely ripped off my written work as lyrics.
Looking at the two options—to tell him myself or to wait until he undoubtedly found out from mutual friends and made a stink about it (or a song)—I felt the former gave me more control over the narrative. Rather than hearing “Is it true you didn’t even tell him you got engaged?” from people who STILL ask me if he and…
There’s not enough
this passive aggression will not stand, man.
what a creep!
Seems like he’s doing that either way, no?
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