Status Updates From The Friendship Fling

“But you are wearing gray sweatpants. Everyone knows men wear gray sweatpants when they want to get slutty.”

She inches closer, pressing the side of her body against me, and I desperately wish that, at the very least, I can absorb some of her sadness by osmosis.

A grin flashes across her face, like she believes she’s tricked me into being her pack mule. In reality I’d probably carry her if she asked me to.

When we eventually pull apart, I pretend he hasn’t left open wounds everywhere we were touching.

beautiful writing omg

Then his jaw clenches and he pulls me roughly to him, wrapping his arms around me so tightly I bet that if a natural disaster struck right now, we’d still be standing at the end of it, rooted to the ground and intertwined like this.

“You didn’t friendzone me. That makes it sound like only being your friend is a demotion, somehow. As if it’s not my favorite thing to be.”

IM SICKKKKK OVER THIS MAN

I could use some distraction in the form of a curly-haired man with a million passports.

YOUVE LOSE THE PRIVILEGE

These two are making me feel some type of way. 🥺🙈