“I lost my number, can I have yours?” Capital N Nailed It.
"That was tragic."
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“I lost my number, can I have yours?” Capital N Nailed It.
"That was tragic."
Urban Dictionary definition of unrequited love (via aurelle)
a few regina mills reaction gifs. feel free to use.
i say as i make no move to talk to you (via pmbrlys)
“You’re the first to go. Obviously. I mean—” But of course, she doesn’t mean that. She’s just trying to tease a reaction out of him.
A thoughtful expression dawns on his face. Being forced to leave Kelly's life forever? That doesn't actually sound so bad, when he thinks about it. "Oh, man. I hope that never happens."
i would like to thank not only god but also jesus
If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world?
“I don’t have the Oxford definition of the word on hand, but c’mon, man! You know what I mean!” But he doesn’t, obviously. And Pash is probably frighteningly close to ruining her six-day streak of not being called a whacko. Yet she continues, like a trooper, because whatever it is about paper sales and how dull and Eighties-era it sounds, she’s interested. “Freaky! Shit! Any of your co-workers extra weird? Got unidentifiable mold growing in your breakroom fridge? You got reason to believe your building might be haunted? I know, I’m straight up Spanish Inquisition-ing you right now but lay it on me, man! Anything you got. I wanna know.”
"Any of them? Are any of them extra weird?" Ryan takes a moment to pretend to consider it, because the answer is so painfully obvious that it kind of hurts him to say it. "I guess all of them could be called that."
He doesn't elaborate, because that makes it even more real than it already is.
“Everyone with good bone structure is getting eliminated from my life.”
“That’s just where I’m at right now.”
He never really knows what to say in response to her, so he'll just settle for listening. That's how she likes it, anyway.
"— I wasn’t laughing."
"I was just.. drawing your attention to the fact."
"Well, now you're obligated to help hide me in the break room."
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via larmoyante)