I don’t think I do a very good job keeping up with reality unless it’s shoved inside a computer and composed of instant messaging programs.
But I still love you all. (Maybe I should get all of my friends to play games with me…
)
I don’t think I do a very good job keeping up with reality unless it’s shoved inside a computer and composed of instant messaging programs.
But I still love you all. (Maybe I should get all of my friends to play games with me…
)
Am I the only one who does this…?
They are really all so precious. They hold the memories of better times which we no longer share today. The memories of people I no longer know, people whom have left.
It makes me think that they, at least, weren’t such a bad person after all.
That sounds really weird, but whenever I see those little caution signs telling you to hold hands I always pair myself up with some future prince and imagine it like a cheesy romance scene in those movies…
Me: What are you doing?
Him: Holding hands.
Me: Wait w-
Him: The sign said so.
But then again if you look closely it says children… 