”?!” makes a sound in my head, but I can’t describe what it is.
We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
A relationship is like a house
If a lightbulb goes out, you don’t buy a new house, you just change the lightbulb.
Unless that house is a lying whore
Then you burn the fucker to the ground and buy a better house with lights that you can fucking count on.
This took the best possible turn.