WHAT
fucking insane to me that people can be mean to kids. this thing is four to five shoe boxes tall and youre shouting at it ?? ? what is your damage the mf just got here.
This is what it feels like when your past abuser has obviously moved on. Fuck you mean you casually sat nearby me and didn't care? I had a flashback over that. So unfair lol.
This might be a day late, but hear me out… [The concept of WOMEN]
Silly phone, you're not detecting an analog audio accessory, you're detecting soup, from the bowl of soup I dropped you in.
sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.
I was out this this cute girl and I think we were really hitting it off, then she asked what kind of comics I make. I told her, and then as she looked at them on her phone, recognition came over her face.
Her: "oh...OH MY GOD... ARE YOU THE BIKE CUCK GUY???"
Me: "Y-yeah..."
Her: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
Her: "WAIT, HOLD ON, I GOTTA SHOW MY FRIENDS THIS."
She asked the people at the table behind us if she could borrow one of their phones for a second to pull up something on the browser. Then she held their phone somewhat in front of hers and took a photo of me along with it.
I never asked for the photo so here is my approximate recreation of what I think it looked like:
She was busy texting seemingly all of her friends as we finished our meals and stood up, when I decided to pipe up again.
Me: "Um, y-you know wh-what would make the happiness in the world increase..."
She looked up from her phone with a sly smile.
Her: "What?"
Me: "I-if...if we k-- um, kissed..."
Her amused smile slowly descended into an absolutely indiscernible neutral expression.
then, after a pause
it rose again into a smile
Her: "You... are so cute. Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."
I closed my eyes tight, and gently puckered my lips, bracing for a kiss.
Then she slapped my ass so hard that there is still a palm print on it.
The oddity of a theatre kid's notebook while she is trying to memorize lines on a time crunch
starting a collection #blackmold
I have absolutely no idea what this blog will hold. random thoughts? art? stories? probably just whatever comes to mind. you can call me Iris. she/her
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