I notice everything.

And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.

shuckle-shuffle:

hey fun fact: puttanesca literally translates to “whore sauce” in italian because it was cheap and quick to make so prostitutes made it before going out at night

dntfearthereaper:

Restraining yourself from making inappropriate jokes in a new friendship because you don’t know if they’ll laugh or start running away

contradictingmultitudes:

grouprojects:

titmuffins:

grouprojects:

being gay is a sin?? um actually

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bi = gay x straight

sin = straight / bi

the straights cancel

sin = 1/gay

times that by gay

gay(sin) = 0

gay = -sin

move the negative over

-gay = sin

so not being gay is a sin oops

idk what you just said but thanks nerd

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