Oh my god. Somehow my phone package didn’t work and now my phone bill costs $700 and I just got expensive new glasses and now we’re gonna be broke and homeless and my family is going to slowly die of starvation and it’s all my fault and I’m literally about to cry because this is horrible so goodbye while I mentally abuse myself.
Last evening on the metro there were a bunch of people in costume and my brother and I walked past some people dressed as Nine-tails and another one I forget the name of, and he was like “My sister loves Pokemon!” while pointing at me. I was horrified.
Plot Twist:We all lose our social anxiety and order our pizzas through the phone without hesitation and nervousness, we successfully greet everyone at family gatherings without jumbling up words and asking "how are you" twice, and we lose the habit of practicing to say our orders before saying it to the waitress.
I want someone to take me on a date to a bookstore and buy me a coffee. We could run through the aisles of books and play hide and seek. We could sit in the kids section and pick out the books that were our favorites. We could go to the language section and read books in “Danish,” then try to have a conversation. We could find a bunch of recipes that we could cook for each other. That would be one of the most perfect dates.
omg yes, someone do this with us. Not at the same time, that’d be awkward.