¿De dónde sacamos la absurda idea de que amar implica renunciar a nosotros mismos?
We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
my roommate, on the question “are we adults” (via disjunct)
and then satan said “here, have feelings”
me and my friend arriving at an all you can eat buffet
"Don’t have sex with someone you wouldn’t want to be"