let me introduce you to a button i’ll never use
Closed Eyelids: Thankfulness
Tip of nose: Good luck
Cheek: Happy to see you
Earlobe/Neck: “I want you”, Lust, Desire
Top of hand: Respect, loyalty
Computer screen: I love you but I can’t ever have you (because you’re not real)
Ampora for ask
i just want a boy to like me
no not that one
HOLY FUCK THE NOTES.
If you’re my follower and you don’t reblog this we have a problem~
HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THE NOTES
you better reblog this.
reblog EVERY TIME THIS IS ON YOUR DASH .
this has GOT to be a record
I may be cool on the internet but IRL I’m a total failure
Replace flirt with just about any means of social interaction and GPOY.
…so is anyone gonna ship Online X IRL?
… well, NOW I am! Butthead!
tumblr: where you can ship your online and irl self and no one thinks your insane
“Hey, your sweatshirt really brings out your eyes.”
I sighed as I continued walking down the street. Gosh, people nowadays, being all carefree with their flirting. I don’t see how they can do it. People are just so….scary.
“Excuse me, didn’t you hear me?”
I froze. Oh no. No no no n. Whoever this guy was, he was not speaking to me. Nope. No. Not possible. Someone placed a hand on my shoulder, and I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing for them to go away. The pressure on my shoulder disappeared, and I heard footsteps moving away. I sighed in relief as I opened my eyes.
“Are you okay?”
My eyes opened to someone right in my face, and I couldn’t help but flail and fall backwards. On the ground, I looked up at the stranger before me. Odd, they looked exactly like me; y’know, if I were popular or something. He laughed as he offered a hand to pull me up. I took his hand, blushing and keeping my eyes on the ground. Who was this guy and why was he talking to me?
“So I take it you’re falling for me too?” He said, flirting again.
Okay, more importantly, when would he leave me alone? I tried to tell him that I was fine.
“I, uh, well, um, I’m actually, uh…..” I stammered through the whole sentence, not even getting past the pronoun. Ahhhhhhhh, I’m not good with people. I don’t like people. Can’t people stop being so people-y? I felt myself start to sweat.
“Cat got your tongue?” He leaned in close to my face, way too close for comfort, if you ask me. Then, he leaned in even more. “Want me to get it back?”
Okay. That’s it.
I ran away, fast. No idea where I was running too, just running away from him.
Thank you so much for writing this.