That shitty moment when you immediately wish you...
So, Tumblr, you mean to tell me that every post...
WELL, FUCK YOU, TOO.
I had an amazing night. I feel so comfortable when I’m around him. We are perfectly capable of having real, intelligent conversations along with ridiculous ones. And I’m perfectly comfortable in silence. We’ve quite literally been texting for a week: throughout the day every day. I’m not used to worrying about my phone dying, but I could definitely get used to it. You...