“7 likes isnt a lot” imagine being 7. hold my hand when we cross the street. dont let go of mommy’s hand. do you see any cars? look over there, and over there. over there. any cars? what do you say?
The sweet-hearted friend that you're crushing on concealing how much he wants you. His words always reserved and polite, a stark contrast to the things he's tempted to whisper in your ear. His hands are kept steady, his touch rare and innocent despite how hungry they are for you.
ya'll sleeping on selling your used socks
commute to work? sell those socks
walk to your uni classes? sell those socks
just existing? sell those socks
(coming from a buyer so maybe I'm biased lmao)
Oh, you said you were a SNIFF slut. Like, you wanted to smell my feet and my sweaty armpits and stuff like that.
Yeah, I'm really sorry. That's totally my mistake. I'll, uh... I'll help pay for your funeral.