Oh god, not French.
ANYTHING BUT THE FRENCH.
*high pitched screaming*
[POLICE SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE]
*seductive whisper* omlette du fromage
*ohio catches on fire*
oh my god you don’t understand how much i want to kiss you
or watch movies with you
or fall asleep with you
or drink coffee with you
or cuddle with you
or hold your hand
or go to amusement parks with you
or watch concerts with you
or bake with you
i want to do everything with you and it kills me to know that i cant
My kind of ugly Christmas sweater.
i remember the “selling their kid on ebay” story…
Who sells their kid on ebay? That’s nuts.
That’s a child. A living being that you made.
That shit goes on etsy.
How I leave awkward situations.