The Kahleeessssssi is annoying
- it's a very odd sensation you find yourself realizing that you are coping fine and the next minute your fingers hurt from the plastic lid of a coffee cup you were calming sipping from
- "you're so easy to read" - but I am not an open book. The careless coffee stain, the crease-less spine that someone has strained himself to maintain, the attempts at annotation, the key scratches on the cover - empirical proof for Hemingway or Fitzgerald to prove their hypothesises. Uncertainty - none. I do not have that privilege. I must scour for things like the actor hunting for a misremembered line in the wrong scene.
- (but bb I will offer you camomile tea whenever thank you so much)
- It annoys me that I liked this and have no intention of unliking this on tumblr
