*reads the last line again*
*closes the book*
*deep sigh*
*screams*
*throws book out the window*
*jumps out the window after it*
*writhes in pain while clutching the book*
*cries and rocks it back and forth*
*puts it back down on the shelf*
*deep breath*
*Calls friend* “read this book”
(via ghostlystoner)
Idk the way that you messaged me the jokes you were sharing with your friend even though I wasn’t even involved in your conversation. The way we can pull ridiculous thumb faces at each other and I don’t worry about not looking attractive. The way that even though you needed to pee really badly and I kept telling you to leave, you stayed until I got into the car before you ran home. The way that whenever she said something ridiculously stupid, you looked at me as if I shared your pain, telling me I’m clever. The way you took the piss out of me for saying ‘poltergeist’ instead of just simply ‘ghost’ for the rest of the day. The way you sang me One Direction to me even though you hate their music. And the way you make me sound just like a typical teenager in saying that I can’t imagine feeling this way about anyone else anymore.
