Me In An Interrogation Room: It Wasn't My Fault.

Me in an interrogation room: It wasn't my fault.

Police officer: My file says that there were ten knife wounds. You stabbed him.

Me: No. He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times.

Afsfshsijdbsilabs

I finally kiss her but oh no

I see a FACE IN MY WINDOW

THEN MY BRAIN STARTS TO GO

Me trying to figure out if what I'm remembering is actually canon or if I read it in a fanfiction:

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

Anti anxiety.

Happy birthday to the cause of my high expectations for a future relationship.