it’s really strange to think think that we’re all just background characters in other people’s lives, someone they walk past while rushing to be somewhere or bump into on their way to get coffee and these people all have their own problems and insecurities and lives and we’re not part of them. i just think about that a lot.
I talked to a boy about this and he said “you’re a starring role in my little reality”
Oh, wait, you said ”SEND NUDES”? I thought you said “SEND NUKES” hahaha whoops uh i guess you should evacuate your city or something
"Is that a six pack I see?" they say as they slowly lift my shirt. "No, stop… don’t," I stutter out as six Pokéballs fall from my shirt and hit the ground