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what, even, BIC Classic Fine? I thought we were friends.

what, even, BIC Classic Fine? I thought we were friends.

so I’m bad at a lot of things, most of the time. but I’m worst at mornings. 
at least there’s the Cure.

so I’m bad at a lot of things, most of the time. but I’m worst at mornings.

at least there’s the Cure.

bad at leaping, good at falling

stumbling, at least

and, at company

it’s cold

dear everybody

you’re cute

she initiates flirtation

he initiates flirtation

we’re cute

I’d rather he did

I forget words

and whether you like me, at all

or, I always thought otherwise

I forget

whatever

something somebody said, something

let’s be cute

the Smiths, ‘Ask’

what it’s like in my mind: being shy

I never say stuff right. mostly.

so dude I met the other night was absolutely tall and desperately skinny. and with nice hair. and cheekbones. and mad sleeves. which pretty much makes him my type.

… but he didn’t know who Morrissey is.

and that’s not the kind of thing that I should get uncomfortable about. but. hello, oh?